I went to bed on September 11 2002 and fell into a deep sleep. I started having a very vivid dream. I found myself to be at what looked like a Native American reservation but a modern one, as I saw an old broken down car on the property. There was a small house and a porch with three people sitting on it. There was a very old man in a rocking chair. A women who looked like she was in her 50's and then a very young woman with long beautiful black hair all the way down her back. The young woman told me to turn away from them so I did. I could hear them talking amongst themselves and I peaked over my shoulder and it looked as if they were reading a large old worn leather bound book. I sensed they were somehow sizing me up. I figured I should let them know I was probably a small percentage Cherokee so I did. The young woman walked up to me looked deeply into my eyes and said, " it doesn't matter what is in your blood, what matters is what is in your heart" then I heard "Whitefeather" and the dream was over. I woke up the next morning knowing that was not an ordinary dream. The spirit world was giving me my true name. I felt blessed.