I was in a church and I ran down the steps, while the last medicine man was leaving. He was carrying a small backpack and looked me right in the eye. I walked down the hallway towards a figure standing directly in the center of the aisles. He looked at me and pointed a finger towards the medicine women. For some reason, I knew that I needed change. I created six coins with my own hands and then walked towards the spiritual dances in the center of the church. One woman was sitting on a high podium in colorful garb and chanting “good woman” to me as I walked around the various tables. The first one that I stopped at, there was a small Thai/Japanese looking woman in a black cloth rag that covered her entire body except for her face. She was chanting, humming, and dancing in circular movements. She had a beautiful knitted and woven silk cloth on a tiny pedestal on the table that was above an even smaller knitted black container. I turned my hand over and held the coins tight. She saw them, and opened up the top of the tiny container. Inside were magic coins, small mushrooms, and delicate objects. I placed two coins inside and she looked at me intensely. Then, she took out a long, orange circular elongated tube that appeared to be knitted and put one eye through the hole and the other still staring at me. She began to chant and look at me and I switched back from seeing her eye outside of the tube and the inner workings of the tube with her black eye at the end. Then, I looked around and saw various knitted and silk cloths, some were extraordinary in color. One woman had just finished hers and the sunlight poured through the windows to highlight its orange/yellow color. To me, it looked like the sun itself. I traveled to the second and third tables where there were two Japanese children that I had a memory of. I remembered them losing pieces their scalps and I had thought of them as already dead. They were each sitting on different tables and I was deeply disturbed watching them. Both, nearly dead, had pieces of their scalp knitted back on to their heads just as the centerpieces at the other tables. One of the children, a boy, had his head knitted back but in a very large, conehead shape. He had various decorations and beads attached to the top and sides of his head. He was lying sideways on the table with eyes half open. The girl had one of the containers tied to the top of her head. I didn’t want to open the top to see what was inside. I felt tears rush to my eyes and then moved to the fourth table. On this table, was a boy with beautiful red, black, and yellow decorations covering his head and body. He had three containers and before I opened the tops, I read the outside of each. The words “Fear, Pain, and Hope” were woven on each, respectively. I put the rest of my coins in the “Pain” jar just as he turned around and vomited all over the floor. When he turned around, I was already gone back up the steps. But I still heard “good woman” being chanted by the woman on the podium.