Before I ever married br my mother br used to have br nightmares. br Her fearful screams shook me br I would wake her, ask her br 'What happened?' br Blank-eyed she would stare at me. br She couldn't remember her dreams. br br One day a nightmare woke her br but she did not scream br She held me tight in silent fear br I asked her br 'What happened?' br She opened her eyes and thanked the heavens br 'I dreamt that you were drowning'. br She said, br 'And I jumped into the river to save you'. br br That night she lightning br killed our buffalo and my fiance. br br Then one night my mother slept br And I stayed up br Watching her open and shut her fist br She was trying to hold on to something br Failing, and willing herself to hold on again. br br I woke her br But she refused to tell me her dream. br br Since that day br I have not slept soundly. br I moved to the other courtyard. br br Now I and my mother both scream br through our nightmares. br br And if someone asks us br we just tell them br we can´t remember our dreams.