Years ago I had a dream that had always had me stump as to the meaning of it. It takes place in the old west and the dream started at the end of an Indian attack on a wagon. A young women was standing by an overturned wagon with an infant in her arm when an lone Indian came charging toward her on a horse and snatch the infant from out of her arm by it's head, it was as if I was seeing it and feeling it from the eyes of the women, the infant and the Indian all at the same time. It was so upsetting, it was so real that  I woke up shaking.

From~"Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusion Of It All."