Zean Dreaming

It is getting late and the tribe has setup most of the village tents in the camp at the foothills of the mountains in northern Zean. Hunters are returning with a roo they brought down by luck more then skill with their spears.
The last of the 3 ten feet tall totem poles is put in to place by the three strongest men of the group. The pole is a composite of different woods from its crafting to the repairs throughout the generations of the tribe. This one will complete the triad of bestial faced guardians. The group watching cheers feeling a great sense relief at their placement.
One child tugs at the old shaman's dirty bone robes, "Why was everyone so worried?"
the shaman goes to one knee. He might have trouble rising again but looks the child in the eyes. "It is to keep him from taking us in to the Dreaming."
"But why would he take us?"
The old man speaks to the child. Others huddle a bit around even some of the adults. None of them would have asked that questions because it was ingrained in to them just to do it without question.
The old man's voice changes as he enters a trance. The shaman seems to age before their eyes as he begins, "Long ago their lived Giants. We do fear of them not as tall as a tree but tall as a mountain. Their time was coming to an end. One knew it, he was smart and knowing in the way of the Dreaming far beyond anyone else then or now. He ripped, so strong was he, in to the Dreaming opening a tear between it and this land. Now he still hungers for what is of this land. Now he can only touch us when we be sleeping. That is as close as we get to the Dreaming. He still hungers and can reach though the tear and take your sleeping mind."
The motion of the old man's hand raking causes many to gasp. The spell seems to have broken and the man look younger once again.
"This is why we put up the cardinal point Totems. When the Dreamer looks he sees we are being watched and does not come for us. The larger the size of the totem the safe we are."
The shaman and the rest look to the totem pole. The old wood gathered and cared for still looks as strong as when he was a child. The carving of the last face was by his grandfather's hand and should the tribe decide he would add another animal to the top and part of himself to watch over them.