12/17/04
I had a dream that shook me. I’m not sure why I’m sharing it cause I don’t know you like that, plus ya’ll don’t write back much…but whatever I feel led to do it so here it goes:
I was in a suit giving a speech in Harlem it looked like the mid 50’s and in the middle of the speech someone came though the crowd and stabbed me in the chest then in my mouth and the blade went thought my tongue and came out the bottom of my face.
Everything went black and I stated blinking fast and before my head hit the ground it became a pillow.
I was in bed on a beat up mattress and I had an afro. I was dressed in black leather and I had a reb black and green flag covering my window. I was still trying to figure out when and who I was when I heard something hit this house I was in I ran to the window only to see 3 people running away from the house, then the house blew up. The last image I saw before everything went white was the reflection of some one who didn’t have my face in the black sut covered window.
I was absorbed by the light and when I came out all I could feel where these enormous half warm hands holding my back and legs. My eyes came in focus long enough for me to recognize the sky then suddenly I was tossed. I saw silhouette’s as I fell and the side of a large boat. I tried to cry but when I took a breath water flooded in tons of it I could barley exhale when I opened my eyes next I was being sprayed by a fire hose my clothes were completely ripped and tattered and the streets were on fire. So much so that everything around me was this deep golden color. Cars and buildings where spitting fire and then water from the hose what was left of my shirt up my body till it was around my neck.
when I looked down I was 10 feet in the air some where in an open field in fall surrounded by people and the only face I could focus on was this little girl looking at me….
The dream when on and on like this. I was in prison, I was in the Sudan, I was in Germany world war one I honestly don’t remember all of them cause they were so brief. By the time I got a grasp of what was going on in one place I was somewhere else. The last one I can remember was having a heart attack at my cubicle at some 9 to 5 and my head hit the desk calendar that said ‘MONDAY ‘ on it. Needless to say when I finally woke up I was a bit shook.
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