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I am a dreamer
I dreamt I went to meet my dad at some place.
My dad is working out of town in reality…
In the dream.
When we were walking on a road, sorta one a dem hilly type road. So you are going downwards…
We saw men running towards us.
My dad and I moved outta the way.
Then we saw two men in white…
My father identified one as a man deceased, known to both of us.
The thing is the man in white looks nothing like the man my father says he is…
The man I knew him to be… his features is different but my dad says it him.
One of his arms is cut off, he has cement all over him.
The other man is wearing a ski mask. I don’t know him.
My father identifies him as his nephew.
Both men are dressed in full white.
My father says it’s the cement that burnt the guy’s hand off.
And anyways, he insist we must go where we are going.
We continue until we came upon a crowd of people and as we approached the crowd disperses, and cement start flashing all over the place.
I start to run. My father casually walks away.
I saw cement on the wall in front of me, cement on people beside me. Not one drop a cement caught me. Cement was being hurled from some unknown source in the ether.
In some other parts of my dream, I had my kids there with me… dreams are weird like that.
I had parts where a chef friend of mine was telling me he was going to lose his restaurant space because the rent was too expensive.
Bronx and Riche was with me, we were going on some journey in the dream.
The dreamland is gray, gray like old European movie grey, buildings had no colour, bridges were made of board, and the roads were paved with cobblerstones…
Nah I didn’t eat late.
I had that dream this morning after I woke up around 4am and dozed off again. 😂😂😂😂
My dad is working out of town in reality…
In the dream.
When we were walking on a road, sorta one a dem hilly type road. So you are going downwards…
We saw men running towards us.
My dad and I moved outta the way.
Then we saw two men in white…
My father identified one as a man deceased, known to both of us.
The thing is the man in white looks nothing like the man my father says he is…
The man I knew him to be… his features is different but my dad says it him.
One of his arms is cut off, he has cement all over him.
The other man is wearing a ski mask. I don’t know him.
My father identifies him as his nephew.
Both men are dressed in full white.
My father says it’s the cement that burnt the guy’s hand off.
And anyways, he insist we must go where we are going.
We continue until we came upon a crowd of people and as we approached the crowd disperses, and cement start flashing all over the place.
I start to run. My father casually walks away.
I saw cement on the wall in front of me, cement on people beside me. Not one drop a cement caught me. Cement was being hurled from some unknown source in the ether.
In some other parts of my dream, I had my kids there with me… dreams are weird like that.
I had parts where a chef friend of mine was telling me he was going to lose his restaurant space because the rent was too expensive.
Bronx and Riche was with me, we were going on some journey in the dream.
The dreamland is gray, gray like old European movie grey, buildings had no colour, bridges were made of board, and the roads were paved with cobblerstones…
Nah I didn’t eat late.
I had that dream this morning after I woke up around 4am and dozed off again. 😂😂😂😂
