Medallion

Date: 4/2/2018

A couple friends and I (not real friends just part of the dream) were walking down an old dirt road when we reached a saw mill. A worker there was walking down the road as well and handed me a medallion for some reason. He showed me the the edge of it. “You have to earn it.” He says in a rough, Appalachian accent, referring to the inscription on the side. “I didn’t earn it.” He laughs. We walk on as I look at the medallion. It’s a large, bronze diamond shape, about a half inch thick with rounded edges. It has a Native American imprinted on the front, and a blue string for the necklace. I read the inscription on the thin side of it, noting that it did say what the worker told me, but it’s in some strange old font, kind of like old German or English. We continue down the road. As we walk, we notice that the woods begin to change. They appear as if there had been a forest fire, ash and charred material is everywhere. My friend, who happened to be a girl, begins walking closer with me. I look around. Everything seems quiet. If you have ever been in the woods after a fire, you’ll notice that it’s usually eerily quiet, as there is no place for insects or anything to live in all the ash and soot. Suddenly I start to hear something. Someone is shouting in the distance, but in Japanese. I found it strange to hear Japanese way out in the American countryside, but we keep walking. The person seemed to be upset though, and as we walk I start to notice I’m hearing a lot of creepy sounds. I hear laughter, and as we reach the bottom of the hill, I put my arm around the girl beside me. She seemed frightened and apparently we had the kind of relationship it was okay for me to hold her like that. Our other friend seems jealous. He says something as we leave the woods but I can’t remember what it was. I was awoken to a knock on the door.