Dream Log 1

A couple of months ago.  I had the strangest dream.  Scary, yes.  Meaningful, yes.  Relevant to our time, absolutely.  

I was in my small town grocery store (yes they have one!)  I could see all the lines of products with a few people scattered about.  There was someone at the register that needed some extra change so I reached into my pocket and pulled out a couple of nickels and dimes and gave it to them.  I proceeded out of the market with some bags in hand, not really sure how I got them because I didn't have anything in my hand in the store.  I walked outside, it was evening time, on the verge of night.  I walked towards the direction of my vehicle and I noticed a group of guys, darker complexion of skin than mine (politically correct) gathered around a convertible.  They didn't look warm or pleasant at all.  I even had the thought in my mind, do I say something to them or just keep walking and not really acknowledge them?  Well, I consider myself a nice guy (although I can have my moments) so as I walked by I said, "How y'all doing?"  I was only given strange and hard looks from the men as I continued to pass them as I approach my vehicle.  Then, I could hear small talk between them, "What'd say?"  "What are you doing?"  "Is that what he said?"  I could hear their small talk start to get slightly louder which sounded like accusations against me questioning what they were doing.  Well, I started to get a little nervous.  I got in my vehicle and proceeded to the house that I grew up in.  I went a different route so they would not expect where I would be going.  I left and looked back, they were still there conversing.

I arrived at my hometown house, walked inside.  My mom was there.  I placed the bags on the table walked back into the room I grew up in. Anxiety fostered in my mind. I walked out of the room and heard a KNOCK.  I ran into the living room, as my mom opened the door, I yelled, "Don't open it!"  She did (thanks Mom, haha)  The men I exchanged cordiality to were there.  When I was at the front door, they immediately were getting very angry and accusing and yelling at me, "What do you mean, what are you doing?"  "What's that mean?" Their accusation became more boisterous, I tried to calm them down by saying, "Guys, I said, How are you doing?  How are you doing?"  They kept coming back at me.  I tried to play it off cool by saying, "I was just going to ask you for a cigarette (which is weird because I don't smoke...)  I then, could hear a group of them start chanting, together, the same phrase, "Bring him here, kill him, kill him.  Bring him here, Kill him, kill him."  Obviously, my nerves were peaked at this point.  I looked at the two guys at the door, looked them in the eyes and said, "Hey we're brothers, what color of blood do we have?"  One answered, "Red."  I responded, "Yeah, we both bleed the same color blood."  I was in tears as I said this truth to them.  I could see the group start to lay a tarp or something like it on the ground at the front porch, then I could see assault rifles being brought out.  The chanting still continued.  After I said my conviction to the two at the door, they felt it.  They knew we were not different, I could see some tears start to swell in their eyes and if felt for a moment I was going to be okay.  Then the chanting started to get to them, I could see their humanity in there eyes seep away and they went back to the same person they were before.  They grabbed me and started to bring me to kneel execution style, the chanting became more intense, until....

I woke up.  I got out of bed and my body was extremely exhausted after having witnessed something that felt so real.  I have thought about this dream and what it means.  Basically, we live in a world today that is fueled by who gets what, who deserves what and many things still based on the color of our skin or outward appearances.  I state Martin Luther King that "one day we will judge a person by their character and not by the color of their skin."  Have we got there?  Not even close.  It is, sadly, a solution that I don't think many people will be able to grasp, much like the two, where, we had a coming to moment, where "We all bleed the same color blood."  Who cares what our exterior looks like.  I hope we can have our coming to moments where we realize that we are all in this together. 

Dreams are so amazing!  They can teach, inspire, warn and entertain.  It is a sad day when this dream though could actually be reality.  We have become a people that are so adapted to easily accuse and render violence upon another simply because we have forgotten to LISTEN to what others may say to us that is completely harmless.  And that we have to be afraid of others because of some bad apples in the mix.  I believe good Humanity will ultimately triumph in the end, whenever the end is.  But that is just my voice and my dream, take it for what it is.

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