I have been having some really good dreams lately. I have been asking my GGGGGG Grandmother to take me back to the land where she lived in my dreams so that I could get a better understanding of her times. She was a native american women in 1720 during colonial times in Virginia. I was taken back to a place where no roads existed, only paths. the area was thickly wooded and when you arrived where they lived, the area was cleared and beautiful. At the moment, everyone seemed to be content with there lives and did not see at this time any sign of the british. It was if I was taken back as a child, meant to experiance this as a child, as I even ran and played with the children there. Everything was so peaceful and calm about the village. I did not see any tee pee's like you see in the old western movies depicting how the Indians lived, but rather shelters made of wood and brush/leaves of some sort. I was feeling more that I belonged there than as a visiter, possibly see myself in a past life.