I am hiking through the woods along a creek. I come to an opening and see several mountains from a distance that I had seen on a previous hike but never had the chance to hike them. I decide I want to explore that area this hike. As I walk out of the woods, still alongside the creek, I see several Native Americans camped out. Some people have long feathers on their heads, hung down from a headband. Some people are cooking meat by a fire and others washing clothes.
They see me.
I am shocked as they all suddenly lift their loaded bows and point them towards me. I stop in my tracks and don't move. They feel threatened by me because I'm an invader. I worry a little bit but I don't think they will cause me harm because I don't intend to harm them. I turn around and walk back to the woods.
Later, I'm at a flea market with one large wooden barn/house/warehouse at one end. Everyone I'm with are trying to leave but I walk through the barn. On the other side of the land, I see more Native Americans working in the woods. The flea market is ran by them. A man talks to me when I enter the barn but I can't remember what he said. There is nothing to fear.
All I know, is that I want to get back over to those mountains and explore them.
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