So last nights dream scape ... I was on a reservation. Not an "Indian" reservation, but a reservation. We were all displaced peoples. A new king was being raised (outside the reservation), and I was chosen to be the sacrifice that heralded this occasion. I was an unwilling sacrifice. I remember being angry, scared, and frustrated because I had no power to defend myself, and I really despised the one being raised to kingship.
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