Part 49: Day 9
Mia gently walked through the jungle. It was different than before. The trees were a little more spaced from each other. The grass wasn’t as tall as the clearing they went before yesterday. The young Lakota woman walked through the grass, wondering how she had gotten here. She looked up and saw the sun being down on her. But she felt cool. Like the temperature never got above 59 degrees yet she should be burning up. Then a familiar smell crept into her nose.
She then realized she was wearing her father’s overcoat. The old duster smelled of suede and cigars. It was a comfortable smell. Mia would always smell it when he came in from working at the plant. It made her feel save every time she smelled it. But she didn’t bring it with her to island. Why was she wearing it now? “Psst.” Someone hissed behind her.
Mia turned around to see the man that had invaded her dreams as of late. It was the bald man, with the scar down his right eye. “You.” Mia gasped.
The bald man motioned for her to follow him. Mia didn’t know why but she knew she could trust him. She then followed him through the foliage. They continued to walk, moving the branches out of there way. “Who are you?” Mia demanded, “Where have I seen you before?”
The bald man turned and smiled, then continued walking. The Lakota girl was frustrated. Why wasn’t he saying anything? The two people continued their walk through the branches. Then they finally arrived at a clearing. The bald man moved out of the way and motioned toward something with his hand. The young girl looked and saw what appeared to be a silver hatch.
She got on all fours and leaned forward. There was no handle. Just a glass window opening but the class was too smudged from the inside. There was no way to tell what was inside. She reached over and felt of the metal. Like the overcoat, it felt safe; special in a way. Whatever was contained within the hatch was something important, but that didn’t change the fact there was indeed no handle. “How are you gonna open it?” Mia asked.
She heard the bald man say nothing. She turned to face him and he just replied with that smile like he did a few minutes ago. Mia admitted she liked his smile. It was a comforting smile, like someone dressed as Santa Claus or even a preacher one knew they could trust. The two people then stood up. Mia stared up at the bald man, wanting to know more about him. “Who are you?” she asked, “Why do I get the feeling I can trust you?”
Once again, the bald man just smiled. He then gently placed his hand on her shoulder, then and turned, pointing skyward. Mia turned and then noticed that the sky was growing dark. Clouds were rolling in and thunder echoed in the distance. The young Lakota woman then blinked as a helicopter plummeted out of the sky. It’s engine puked black smoke as it spiraled out of control. It spun a few times, then fell into the jungle. Mia blinked and wondered what was happening. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, “Where did that come from?”
She looked back to the kind man but he was no longer smiling. He was looking to his left with concerned eyes. Mia looked to her left as well. The young girl then gasped as she saw three men in the distance. They all had tanned skin, jet black hair and bandanas over their faces. The bald man then moved in front of Mia, getting between her and the men. The three men slowly advanced forward. The bald man then snapped his fingers and a hunting blade appeared in his hand. The men then pulled out their own weapons, which resembled short swords. “This is not good,” Mia said, panicked, “We should run.”
The bald man looked at her, pointing in the opposite direction. It was clear that he wanted her to run, while he held them off. “NO!” she screamed, “Come with me!”
The bald man didn’t listen. He immediately charged at the three men. They screamed something in a foreign language, then charged him. Mia turned and ran. She didn’t want to see the fate of the kind man that gave his life for her. She ran as fast as she could, feeling her father’s overcoat collide with the branches as she ran, and ran, and ran, and ran . . . .
Mia coughed as she tasted sand in her mouth. She gagged and leaned up, realizing she had rolled in to the sandy beach. Brushing the sand out of her face, she finally understood what happened. It was nothing more than a dream. But the dream was repeating. She had already dreamed about the bald man and the three men before. Since this was a repeating dream, Mia could only interpret it as a vision.
I am having visions, she thought. Grandmother would be so proud. Most of Lakota she knew waited their whole lives to have a vision but never had them. The moment she arrived on this island, she seemed to be having them. She had left America for Australia with the purpose of getting back in touch with her faith.
Was it finally happening in this strange place?
Mia checked her watch. It was 5:04 am. The sun wasn’t even poking on the horizon yet. She gently leaned back, and stabbed the fire to keep it burning. Her three friends were still asleep. She smiled; at least glad somebody was getting some rest.
What type of day would this turn out to be?
She then realized she was wearing her father’s overcoat. The old duster smelled of suede and cigars. It was a comfortable smell. Mia would always smell it when he came in from working at the plant. It made her feel save every time she smelled it. But she didn’t bring it with her to island. Why was she wearing it now? “Psst.” Someone hissed behind her.
Mia turned around to see the man that had invaded her dreams as of late. It was the bald man, with the scar down his right eye. “You.” Mia gasped.
The bald man motioned for her to follow him. Mia didn’t know why but she knew she could trust him. She then followed him through the foliage. They continued to walk, moving the branches out of there way. “Who are you?” Mia demanded, “Where have I seen you before?”
The bald man turned and smiled, then continued walking. The Lakota girl was frustrated. Why wasn’t he saying anything? The two people continued their walk through the branches. Then they finally arrived at a clearing. The bald man moved out of the way and motioned toward something with his hand. The young girl looked and saw what appeared to be a silver hatch.
She got on all fours and leaned forward. There was no handle. Just a glass window opening but the class was too smudged from the inside. There was no way to tell what was inside. She reached over and felt of the metal. Like the overcoat, it felt safe; special in a way. Whatever was contained within the hatch was something important, but that didn’t change the fact there was indeed no handle. “How are you gonna open it?” Mia asked.
She heard the bald man say nothing. She turned to face him and he just replied with that smile like he did a few minutes ago. Mia admitted she liked his smile. It was a comforting smile, like someone dressed as Santa Claus or even a preacher one knew they could trust. The two people then stood up. Mia stared up at the bald man, wanting to know more about him. “Who are you?” she asked, “Why do I get the feeling I can trust you?”
Once again, the bald man just smiled. He then gently placed his hand on her shoulder, then and turned, pointing skyward. Mia turned and then noticed that the sky was growing dark. Clouds were rolling in and thunder echoed in the distance. The young Lakota woman then blinked as a helicopter plummeted out of the sky. It’s engine puked black smoke as it spiraled out of control. It spun a few times, then fell into the jungle. Mia blinked and wondered what was happening. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, “Where did that come from?”
She looked back to the kind man but he was no longer smiling. He was looking to his left with concerned eyes. Mia looked to her left as well. The young girl then gasped as she saw three men in the distance. They all had tanned skin, jet black hair and bandanas over their faces. The bald man then moved in front of Mia, getting between her and the men. The three men slowly advanced forward. The bald man then snapped his fingers and a hunting blade appeared in his hand. The men then pulled out their own weapons, which resembled short swords. “This is not good,” Mia said, panicked, “We should run.”
The bald man looked at her, pointing in the opposite direction. It was clear that he wanted her to run, while he held them off. “NO!” she screamed, “Come with me!”
The bald man didn’t listen. He immediately charged at the three men. They screamed something in a foreign language, then charged him. Mia turned and ran. She didn’t want to see the fate of the kind man that gave his life for her. She ran as fast as she could, feeling her father’s overcoat collide with the branches as she ran, and ran, and ran, and ran . . . .
Mia coughed as she tasted sand in her mouth. She gagged and leaned up, realizing she had rolled in to the sandy beach. Brushing the sand out of her face, she finally understood what happened. It was nothing more than a dream. But the dream was repeating. She had already dreamed about the bald man and the three men before. Since this was a repeating dream, Mia could only interpret it as a vision.
I am having visions, she thought. Grandmother would be so proud. Most of Lakota she knew waited their whole lives to have a vision but never had them. The moment she arrived on this island, she seemed to be having them. She had left America for Australia with the purpose of getting back in touch with her faith.
Was it finally happening in this strange place?
Mia checked her watch. It was 5:04 am. The sun wasn’t even poking on the horizon yet. She gently leaned back, and stabbed the fire to keep it burning. Her three friends were still asleep. She smiled; at least glad somebody was getting some rest.
What type of day would this turn out to be?
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