i dreamed i was in a deep, long cave, just tall enough to stand in. i was with an old indian man in headdress, feathers, my grandparents (one good, one bad, both indian). the indian dug a trench only a few inches wide and deep but running for several yards and dividing the cave in half from the entrance (the ends of the trench rounded as well). in the center of the line was a hollow depression i thought of as the keyhole, tho it was simple and round. in it he built a small fire. he sat out pots of herbs around it, on my side of the line. we were there for a ceremony to make me ? something greater but i’m not positive what it was. only at the last minute, my brother was there too, on my side, and they chose to initiate him instead because he’s male. grr.
before that i’d been at my gran’s, looking thru massive piles of her things that had been set aside tho many of them were wonderful indian pieces. one may have been a cradleboard, others i don’t recall specifically. before i found myself in the cave, i’d been asking my mom (who was moving in) to take out and take care of these items. it was a hard sell. after the cave, i remembered gran is gone and i held some of her things and cried a bit as i missed her.