Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Dreaming...


Me and The Dread
*I hope no one with locks will find this offensive. I call most Jamaicans with locks or dreadlocks, Dreads.

This dream is very much unlike the dream I had recently where
Nas was a gun toting hustler who was the least bit interested in me – I couldn’t understand it knowing that he is my man along with Andre Benjamin, Michael Jai White and Dwayne (The Rock) Johnson.

However this dream didn’t include any of my celebrity hunnies. I was in a relationship or involvement with a Dread. I didn’t know his name but he was definitely a beautiful man with long dreads. I don’t know how we met, how we became involved, we just were. We were in my apartment, which was supposed to be his house. I was sitting on the bed in my bedroom with clothes and gifts all around me. Apparently they were gifts from him to me. I was smiling and laughing, he was talking and I couldn’t understand a word he said in his accent but I did understand him as he said "You’re my woman. Do you know what that means?" I said yes but he went on to explain that me being his woman means that he is the man, he will take care of me and I will take care of him.

CHANGE

I had come in from work or wherever and it was hot so I was sweating a little. I bought some food in with me in a white take-out bag. He grabbed me up in this passionate embrace and began kissing me. It was a really good kiss and I asked him if he ate spaghetti and meat sauce. He said yes but I didn’t believe him. I don’t know why I had the spaghetti and meat sauce because I don’t eat meat and I’m guessing that the dread didn’t either but I think he said yes because he wasn’t interested in the food. We were kissing near a spiral staircase in his house and he said how about we not eat (this time in perfect English), how about we take a dip in the pool. A loudly squealed “We have a pool?” I then looked behind him and there was this huge picture of me and him on the wall like a mural and I thought to myself – K this dude really likes you… I ran into my bedroom to look out of the window and sure enough there was this huge pool, clear and blue, in the backyard.

CHANGE

I baked a cake for the Dread. The cake was shaped like a big ole Hershey’s Kiss, caramel and chocolate flavored. I was slicing off pieces of the cake and I offered him the slices but he kept telling me no, no, no to each small slice. When the cake was even, he told me to cut it in half, one half would be for me, one half would be for him. Then I woke up.

Throughout the dream and being with him, I knew and felt that I had a boyfriend. As in reality, I don’t see my guy during the weekend mostly but during the weekend and I was with this Dread during the week but the weekend was coming and he was demanding my time. I kept thinking what lie am I going to tell my guy to be able to spend time with the Dread and then right before I woke up, I had the idea of just breaking up with my guy - ending our relationship.

I italicized some of the words that were significant to me in the dream...
My apartment... his house
The bed... the bedroom
The gifts
The food... the kiss... the staircase... the picture... the pool
The cake

5 comments:

MzNewy said...

dreams are usually deep seated desires. for example, if you are having financial issues, you may dream of winning money...pray about it. **hugs**

Monique said...

That's a deep dream, sistah. It actually sounds quite beautiful and full of love.

MsKnowitAll said...

Monique... It was a delightful dream, very beautiful. I sometimes wake up crying or mad but this time the widest smile was on my face.

The True Urban Queen aka Sharon said...

You and your dreams.
I don't think I dream much or I can't remember them when I awake.
Every once in a while I get a good one.
It sounds like a good dream.

aoc gold said...

Where Go The Boats?

(1)

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.

It floats along forever,

With trees on either hand.
(2)

Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-floating

Where will all come home?
(3)

On goes the river

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.
(4)

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.
-----by aoc powerlevewling