Quick Little Poem

I have had 3 poems published so far, and here is the latest. Tell me what you think about it.

Dancing with the Ancestors

As I lay sleeping one spring night,
I start to have dreams of ghosts and sprites.
They all appear to me as dancers and singers
And they are sending messages that are real hum-dingers.
One is wearing an Apache Ghan mask, while another’s in Cherokee attire,
And they speak in strange tongues, making me feel like the “fifth tire”.
I don’t understand their babbling that continues to go on,
When, suddenly, they stop, like they have forgotten their song.
I ask, “What is wrong? Why have you stopped?”
They start to fade, but one steps forward and says in English that’s chopped,
“We are the messengers of the Great Spirit, and we have something for you.”
He continues to go on as I’m wondering what I could do.
“The People are evil, and do only wrong, but we think that you can assist.”
I ask what I could do, and He says, “Just listen to the Mist.
We shall give you the words to set the People free from sin,
But you must be strong and never give in.”
As I’m standing there, with questions running through my mind,
They all fade out, and the scene begins to unwind.
I look all around me, and see just one rod,
And later I realize that the spirits gave it to me to prove that I talked to God.