Shaping a Dream — Quechan

My dream took many years before it was right. At first I reached only a foothill and that took many nights, a little farther each night. I would tell what I had dreamed to the old men. and they said, yes, that is right, or no, try harder. They had been there, before, and would remember it all their lives. At the top of the mountain was the house of the Creator. When I finally got there, he taught me how to cure sickness.