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I had a bag of fetishes, some of which I wanted to sell. I went out into to the desert where I knew a fetish buyer lived who may be interested in buying the fetishes. I drove for a few hours into the desert. When I arrived I had to go down a small slope, to where the family were living. The wife spotted me first and called out to the husband who was not in sight. She was agitated, and spoke louder than needed, like someone does who is surprised or nervous.

She told me to take a seat by a large flat rock and wait which I did, she did not speak in english, but I understood by her gestures. When the husband showed up he had a very wide face, and wild hair down to his shoulders. He was dressed in flannel and buckskin. He had the look of someone who spent a lot of time in the sun, but his face was not visible.

He had some small Cowrie seashells, or something that looked like Brazil nuts threaded in his hair hanging down over the front of his face. These shells or stones covered most of his face except one eye or the other, depending on which way he tilted his head. He looked like he had some sort of deformity. On his face there were two or three large tentacle like things under his skin. Like the octopus guy in the movie, only less of it and sideways, starting on each cheek and going across his face.

He was both friendly and pleasant, and asked what I was there for? I said to sell some fetishes. He repeated what I said to his wife to his wife. He asked what fetishes, and I poured out the bag on the rock surface. I set a stone lizard, and two long bones to the side, along with some stone carved animals. I showed him the very small fetishes I wanted to sell. They were the size of a finger nail tall, and were made out of some white and red type of rock. They were of people, never less than two and never more than four. They seemed to be struggling against something - maybe strong wind, by the way they were carved. I also had one small fish made out of brown stone, and some other small figures made of brown stone.

He looked at a few of the white fetishes, and told me they were finished roughly. He kept glancing towards my lizard, and I knew he was interested in it but never mentioned it. He took out a cigarette lighter shaped fetish made of antler. It had a rooster on the top. He showed me the carving on the sides, and told me it took him two years to make it. He put it away in his jacket, and told me really it was his son who sold and bought fetishes.

He called the boy and the boy showed up and sat by the rock. The boy was about five or six and had the same disfigurement as the father, but did not have anything covering his face. As the father and I talked about the fetishes, the son started playing around, either losing patience or having too much energy.

The man told the boy I was there to sell fetishes in whatever language they spoke, and showed the boy some of the fetishes, the pieces of two and three people. The boy kept playing around. The man mentioned the fetishes that were still a little rough. He said they were times in my life. I did not realize this and decided maybe I should not be trading them away.

The man then told me that the boy had no fetishes to sell, and apparently was not interested in the fetishes I had to sell. Then he looked at the lizard, and bones again. I realized he was very interested in the lizard and the bones. The boy was not interested in my other fetishes, so I placed them all back in the bag, thanked them, and left. I walked back up the hill, and started walking back to where I had come from.

Somewhere along the way I woke up….

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