When I was 16 we decided to drive to Kentucky because some friend of ours said he has 1500 bux in the bank, we arrived on friday night and we found out the bank wasnt opened again untill monday morning. we were broke and had no food.
Longer story short we slept in the van in a parking lot by a dumpster I noticed a big wooden painting of an Indian it said Pawnee nation on it. so I put it in the van. while I was sleeping I heard something or someone screaming and felt like I was being poked in the side really hard.
I woke up and my other two friends were sleeping, I threw the painting out of the van and bob woke up and said damn! i just had the worse dream I was being scalped by that damn indian in the picture.