This is English...it’s up to you but a dream I’ll probably never forget was a Jurassic park situation dream. It all started with me and my father cruising in a jeep. We were looking for treasure of something. My father drove us to a highway and had me get out and collect something from some stranger. That stranger had a gun and tried to shoot me when collecting the item I needed, and I got the item but don’t know what happened to the guy. Next we departed from the highway and drove towards the city to go home. I must remind you that in the dream, dinosaurs existed. My father got worried we may encounter them as night approached so we were in a hurry. We then passed a train station and saw two terrified little kids and my father stopped the car to talk to them. Apparently, their mother had left them and told them she’d come back but they claim it’s been hours. My father proceeded to try to see if they knew her number, they did. She had gotten caught up with trouble in the city and asked my dad to bring home her kids. Of course my loving father accepted it and got them in the car. He then looked at me and said, “Sweetie, there isn’t enough room to fit all of you. Stay here, I’ll come back.” I decided to wait at the train station for his return. Hours past by and it was getting dark, I had gotten worried about my dad and decided to walk to the city. Silly enough, my dream made it so I basically teleported to the city that would’ve taken hours even days to arrive there. Then, I saw a familiar unfamiliar face, this means It was a familiar face for me in the dream but wasn’t familiar for me after I woke up. This person was a dude that looked average height for a teenager, he was next to a dinosaurs near a town park and I screamed. Apparently there was a thing called “Dinosaur day,” in which was a day that all dinosaurs were passive. I slowly approached the dinosaur next to the dude and it didn’t attack me and I was surprised. I then realized that everywhere I looked there were at least a dinosaur sitting there. Although I felt scared, I was happy that they weren’t going to attack me, or so I thought. As I’ve said, it was dark and I had yet to meet my father, so I had to quickly travel home. I remember slowly approaching my apartment we lived in and seeing a blue dinosaur. The dinosaur looked a little weird and had a bad “aura” to it. I kinda felt scared so I tried to quickly pass by it but then it attacked me then other dinosaurs proceeded to gather around and attack me. It was scary, really scary. My dream made it really realistic because I could remember running, out of breathe, desperate to get away from the herd of dinosaurs behind me. Then...I died. Yes, I died in a dream. You’d expect me to like wake up right? Nope. Last thing I could remember was being in this like blue cave with a lake in a middle. I then saw this like green light with a familiar feeling and touched it. I’m pretty sure, I got reincarnated in that dream. I then woke up after that scene but it will forever be stuck in my brain. That is a dream that I will probably never forget.
“The living memory and the verbal tradition which transcends it were brought together for me…”
In "The Way to Rainy Mountain," the narrator upholds the claim that the Kiowa's culture has survived by passing down their traditional stories and culture. In the line chosen, the narrator describes how she has been recipient of spoken traditional Kiowa beliefs, folkore and customs by previous generations.
The rest of the lines do not make reference to passing down verbal tradition.
