Deamt about an old Indian Lady

I thought you were the approaching monster in my dream
You came to me and I had nowhere to hide
But you were just an old Indian lady
Touched my hair gently
I asked if we could talk in English
Your gentle smile nodded and said Dear what's wrong
Tears suddenly were pouring
Sobbingly I choked to speak
"In the mud my feet ware trapped. I want to move forward.
But I only feel swamping and dying."