PROPHETIC DREAM OF THE BAD COWBOYS...

DREAM OF THE BAD COWBOYS  Dream on May 7, 2015, 1:20PM. 

In this dream, I was a cowboy. There were other bad cowboys shooting their guns at us! So, I loaded my revolver, and started shooting back. There was one of the bad cowboys on the roof of the wagon we were riding in. Someone said to shoot through the roof, and I did, and I got him. Another cowboy on a horse riding beside the wagon shot right inside and seriously wounded my father who was in the cab of the wagon with us. I laid beside him, as he died. The bad cowboys were still coming–still shooting. 

They thought we had something that was theirs, but it wasn’t theirs. It was actually ours. Don’t ask me what it was, because I don't know what it was. After this horrible bloody battle began to slow, some wild Indians ( Indians–Native Americans) welding shotguns, they started to blast their weapons at us! Just when things were starting to calm down with the bad cowboys. I reloaded my  revolver and started to shoot. I killed one after another. Then, some of them got in the covered wagon! I shot at this more aggressive leader and hit a wood cymbal type object he brought into the wagon. It didn’t penetrate the object, so I reloaded and shot again. This time, I killed him. Suddenly, there were Indian women in the wagon. 

One came and sat right in front of an Indian I was ready to shoot. She placed a brownie in a green ziplock bag on the floor as a  peace offering to me, so that I would not shoot her son. 

After that, I could no longer continue to blast the Indians. She brought peace with her strange gift. When I woke up, I thought, and actually said out loud “I came here to make peace–not war.” 

Well, that was the dream. I’m certain now peace will happen everywhere now, so everyone stick a flower in your hair and get stoned. I could tell the bad cowboys from the good, and the Indians that seemed to attack us actually brought peace.