Dreaming of Clovis People

The dream this morning has me flying as a disembodied spirit over the cold North American continent around 11,000 years ago after the last glacial period. I have a mission on my mind. I must find the few scattered groups humans. I care about them. According to the archaeologist we should find small bands of a Paleo-Indian culture called the Clovis people. They hunted mammoths and other mega-fauna animals and are known for their expertly craved and beautiful crafted stone spear points.

Suddenly, I swoop to the earth and discover a group of about 20 men and women walking toward me. They are walking over rolling rocky terrain. They are wearing hide clothing have dark hair and are constantly on the move. They hunt to survive and live a harsh life in an unforgiving environment.  My heart goes out to them. I want to help them. I think of them as both my children and my forebears. I want to direct them to the game. I awake up before I am able to give them any assistance or hope.

There have been times in the history of mankind when our species was reduced to a few thousand hardy individuals. The planet has gone through many cycles of severe cataclysms and that nearly wipe us out for good, yet somehow a remnant of humanity survived, and strove to continue us. We should be more mindful of this fact and look to our ancestors with reverence, and respect for what they endured.

How should I interpret this dream and apply it to my present circumstances? Perhaps it is a reminder to be more grateful. My life in 21st century is pretty comfortable compared to the Palaeolithic Era. On the other hand those ancient pioneers did not have to worry about paying taxes or earning enough money to meet their daily expenses. Their only concern was not getting eaten while trying to get something to eat for themselves.

I have been giving a lot of thought about how to live strategically. I have been occupied with surviving in the moment. Our ancestors were constantly living in the moment and continuously thinking of ways to survive. I am one of many in this modern world living pay check to pay check. I need a benevolent Spirit to show me where to find the modern equivalent of the "big game".

Maybe our heavenly Father dreams our reality into existence and one day he will wake up and we all will vanish like a vapour only to be re-imagined when he slumbers again. Reality may be stranger than we can imagine or suppose.

My hope is that if I continue to persevere perhaps then one day myself, or some future human being, might get to enjoy my labours in this life. Let's hope so otherwise I might go insane.