Mongolian Shaman Mountain Lake

2. Bear and Eagle
(LUCID DREAM)

A boy comes home from school and lives in the mountains. He runs and carries a backpack. He is on one side of a lake. All is nature, woods, mountains. He does not hesitate to throw himself in the water and swim across the lake to get to the other side to the house where he lives. His little brother goes the long way around. The older brother climbs up the rocks and goes into the house.
The boy is big, actually a little too much weight, but also tall for his age.
In the middle of the lake he dives, and comes back with a bear in his hands. This will be his supper. it is a black bear. But immediately an eagle comes soaring down high speed and catches the bear and takes him out of the water. The boy catches the eagle without a blink and drags both animals entangled on shore, the right shore, while the house is on the left. The boy smashes the claws of the eagle while he holds the beak. Apparently, this is the way to tame the eagle. The bird is numbed and doesn't move again, while he was still on the bear though. Now, the boy has the head of the bear under his arm. Maybe it is the head of a panda.
The whole scene looks like a documentary film about wildlife in Mongolia. Clearly, the boy is Mongolian, he looks Asian.
This is the moment that I arrive in the valley, awed by nature. Somehow this reminds me of the Highlands, and Britain. I meet the people who live there in the house. I have travelled a long way. There is only this one family; the to boys and their mother, but the mother looks quite young and fragile. She has blond hair. This is all on the left side of the lake.
At some point she says that dinner is ready, and we follow her. This is in another house or building which is nearer to the entrance of the village. I start to follow, but I don't feel well. For some reason my bad tooth starts to hurt and I touch it and it has come loose. And I realize this must happen someday. So, I'm not too worried. But because of this I lag behind. The others are ahead and maybe sit at the table already. I am still outside, on my own. I pull on my tooth, I get the quarter out that was mended before, but the other part is loose too, but stuck, so I can't take. I'll just have to be careful when I eat.
Then, all my teeth seem to worsen. Bits and pieces and splinters. My mouth is full of it, and I am ashamed a little bit, and somewhat confused as what to do. I want to keep my teeth, but it is impossible. For once, I call for help, and I go to the lady and ask her what I can do about it, she says: throw them in the lake. And we go outside again. I spit out as much splinters of teeth that I can manage in my hand. The lady says that I should not throw it in the first part of the lake near the eating house, because that part is too narrow. And possibly too shallow, as I can see. But to throw it in the middle of the lake; so I go there and make my best throw. And I do this a second time with all the bits that are left in my mouth.
In the meanwhile another Rus has arrived he comes dine with us. He is a doctor, he watches what I'm doing, but does not interfere. The mother says to me, now you've cleared a stage of purification. I can see it on a coloured table when she says it, and almost can't believe it that the stage is that advanced. We both know, however, that more of this will happen still, but it will be the last times, and the aftermath; as if the main test has been taken now. On the table I am still in the beginner's part, but almost at the end there. Either stage seven, or stage four. But I don't know what they mean in relation to the coloured stages beyond. Where I am at is a group of four or seven stages in the beginning, they are all white, blue of colour. Beyond they are one colour per stage, not per group, and they are green and yellow for example. And orange.
So I enter the house. There are two parts, the larger part with the dining table. The two sons sit on the opposite side. The doctor on my side on the left. The mother is in the other room, which is the kitchen, and brings both the soup and the stew. I'm starving. And I start with the soup, but one of the sons begins with the  stew. He looks much older now. The stew is quite watery and there are potatoes in it. It is mutton stew. The mother sits on the side, on the right. She takes stew too. Apparently, I'm the only one taking soup first, but I want stew too, but because it is so watery, I can't combine it, so I have to finish my soup first.

3. Smudge

Another part of this dream is located home, where I live. Or maybe now it is England.
Firstly. I see the boy again. He is going to take a swim again, but this time across the length of the lake, and it is going to be his transport. As if it is a train. He dives and rolls sideways under the surface of the water. It is something he has just discovered he can do. He wanted to try, and tried it, and succeeded.
Now we're all up in a dark room somewhere high up in a building in a city. It is dark and people that I know in the dream have gathered here for the ritual. I enter a well. Then, the Mongolian boy comes in and leads the ritual. He sets all his ritual gear in place, and I have some of my own with me in my backpack, but at first I don't disturb him. The doctor is also here, on my right. We all sit on the floor.
The boy starts explaining. Him or the doctor says that we should do as the copy machine, I don't remember his exact words, but he referred to his sideway swim earlier. And I'm sure he means 'waves'. Of course, when he says copy machine, there is such a thing in the corner of the room.
Then he starts to burn herbs. He uses fresh herbs, and they look like a variant of sage. But it isn't really, it is just my interpretation. He has two other bowls with him. The last one is filled with stew, this time carrots cooked with spice. And we will share this among each other as part of the ritual.
About that time, I start to interfere and take out my mugwort smudge, wanting to burn it alongside his, in the same bowl, but at the same time I know it is not a good idea to blend both. So I just tell him what it is, saying, in the old days in Europe, and then I realize he is also European, but I continue, saying: they used mugwort, and I continue. But I can't remember what the second bowl was. But about the third bowl: that would probably have been bread. Possibly the second was drink, and would have been mead in a European setting. 
That's the end of the dream.