{"id":3423,"date":"2023-03-01T11:20:21","date_gmt":"2023-03-01T11:20:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/?p=3423"},"modified":"2023-03-01T11:20:22","modified_gmt":"2023-03-01T11:20:22","slug":"iktome-has-a-bad-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/indigenous-stories\/sioux\/iktome-has-a-bad-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"Iktome Has A Bad Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Once in the middle of the night, Iktome woke up in a cold sweat after a bad dream. His friend Coyote, who was visiting, noticed something was wrong. &#8220;Friend, what&#8217;s the matter,&#8221; he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I had a very bad dream,&#8221; said Iktome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;What did you dream of&nbsp;?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I dreamed I saw a very pretty winchinchala about to take a bath in the stream.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;It doesn&#8217;t sound like a very bad dream,&#8221; said Coyote.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;This girl was taking her clothes off. I saw her naked. She had a very fine body.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;My friend, decidedly, this is not a bad dream.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I dreamed I was hiding behind some bush at quite a distance from her. As I watched her, my penis began to grow. It grew exceedingly long. It was winding toward her like a long snake.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;There&#8217;s nothing wrong with this dream, my friend, I&#8217;m telling you.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;My penis was like a long, long rope. It went all the way over to that girl. It went into the water. It touched her.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Kanji, cousin, let me tell you, I wish I had such a dream.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Now, my friend, the tip of my penis entered that girl. She didn&#8217;t even notice it at first.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Kola, I&#8217;m telling you, this is a fine dream.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Then my penis entered the girl all the way. She seemed to like it.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;This is as good a dream as I ever heard of, my friend.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Just at that moment I heard a great noise. I had been so excited in my dream that I hadn&#8217;t noticed a team of horses pulling a big wagon. It was right on top of me, a wasichu&#8217;s &#8211; a white man&#8217;s &#8211; wagon. It was coming at a dead run, and the white was whipping his horses. This wagon was very heavy, my friend, it had heavy wheels of iron. It was going between me and that girl &#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Friend, you were right. This is indeed a very bad dream,&#8221; said Coyote.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8211; Told in a bar at Winner, South Dakota, 1969.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Go Back To:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/indigenous-stories\/sioux-nation\/\">Sioux Nation<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once in the middle of the night, Iktome woke up in a cold sweat after a bad dream. His friend Coyote, who was visiting, noticed something was wrong. &#8220;Friend, what&#8217;s the matter,&#8221; he asked. &#8220;I had a very bad dream,&#8221; said Iktome. &#8220;What did you dream of&nbsp;?&#8221; &#8220;I dreamed I saw a very pretty winchinchala [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[485,486],"tags":[290],"class_list":["post-3423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sioux","category-sioux-stories","tag-sioux"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3423","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3423"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3423\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3428,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3423\/revisions\/3428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}