The Coma story part 2

So, in a way, this has happened before because I sat there waiting and imagined this story in my head. But how sad if this is just a story in my head and not something that has happened or will happen in the future! I sometimes imagine changing the world with my ideas. I guess we all do deep down, picture an idea we have sparking a change in the way people live.

I always imagine people wishing they could be my tribe! I think we rock! But then again, it is impossible since you can not become us. It has taken us lifetimes to get as we are and not something you can snap your fingers and suddenly "Be". So, if I am in a coma from the war crimes and genocide happening to my people here in Alaska, then it almost makes sense. that flash of the future world and how wrong it is. But what if I was to correct it but accidentally got hurt and lie here in a coma somewhere and that is why the world is so crazy...

But then again, my imagination is powerful at times and I can see it happening as if a movie were playing, so that could explain it too. I think it is the scent of the hospital that awakens this feeling again and again. And I am never sure if I am just remembering the story idea or if it is real. And that kind of scares me. I mean, if it is not real then does that mean I am crazy? Have I let my imagination take me from imaginary worlds to lost in one, like I was in a coma or something?! That is such a scary thought, it reminds me of growing up and the white people wanting us to believe this is natural and normal, the murder and rapes...

Maybe I was a child and imagined this story in my head way back then as a way to cope with the horrors happening in real life. That could be a real possibility given the genocide when I was a child.

Or if I am not lying somewhere in a coma, maybe this is remembering the stories I thought up back then. That would explain the half imagined and half unreal feeling of it all! But, what if the coma is in my future and my child self saw it? I do not know what that means.

It makes me wonder if this story is my way of coming to terms with it. Like dealing with it and healing and that is why this story is being written now. So, either I am in a coma as an adult somewhere, lying in a bed and the scents are bringing it all back to me. Maybe it is a way of knowing it will all be ok. Or that it will happen and this story is like an instructional guide to everyone. Like read it and think healing thoughts, not only for me but for the whole world. Like I wanted to change the world and this is how I do it. I write this story knowing someday I will slip into a coma and people will read this story and know the indigenous are amazing and the genocide needs to stop!

Wouldn't that be an amazing day, when westerners truly understand they cause this living nightmare! I wonder though, how will it work? Is there a certain number of people who need to think "it's time to wake up, Searean" for me to hear it in my coma? Or maybe it is just a daughter of mine, reading this with a tear in her eye as my ghost spirit writes this! Maybe I am better but cant seem to wake up by myself so I need her to come to my bedside and whisper

"Mom, I read your story. It IS time to wake up now!"...