Dream of Dec 3, 2010
I’m living in an old town, perhaps a mining town with dirt streets and crude buildings, like something out of the Old Wild West. A young rag-a-muffin girl, no more than 8 years old, unkempt, has been captured and is held for atrocious killing. The murdered victim has been dismembered, chopped into pieces. An adult, perhaps her mother, was involved in the crime, but I think she was killed.
For punishment, this child is left in a square wooden ‘cage’ in the middle of the street, up from where I am, in the boiling hot sun with nothing to eat or drink – left there for people to taunt, mock, swear at, spit at, all day long.
I see a very young coyote approach her. It comes from around a pile of logs across the street from my left and stealthily moves towards her cage. I know it is dangerous, and will attack and eat her if no one stops it. It is so deceptively cute, almost like a kitten face. I come up behind it, cut it off, driving it away from her. I know I have to destroy it or it will get the child. I take a big stick I find and beat the coyote’s head. I’m not sure it’s dead, have to beat it some more. I cringe as I beat it to death, bright red blood coming out or its mouth.
I take the girl into another building, back from where I was at the beginning of the dream. I need to watch her closely, less she slip away from me. I feel she should have time to herself to make her peace, and to be heard before they crucify/hang her. When I look around, at first I don’t see her, then my eyes find her scrunched up in the corner in the darkness, so small, she makes herself unnoticeable.
A bunch of people come in after us, slamming the door open, rowdy and obnoxious, Italians by the look of them, loud voices, wanting revenge. I yell at them to leave, try to shove/push them back out in the street, tell them to leave us alone. I’m hoping to let the girl meditate.
I call it a cage, but it was more like a platform built up with logs all around the sides, not high. (similar to the gallows they build in the Wild West days)
I’m aware in the dream that there was much more to it before this – was so real.
Not a modern-day setting, reminds me of the movie ‘True Grit’. I want to find out why the girl did this horrible crime. What was done to her??? I feel the murder was an act of revenge. She’s uncommunicative.