by eapc08100 » Wed May 07, 2008 12:48 pm
This is an unusual dream I had a number of years ago, that I have never forgotten. I dreamed I was a little boy playing outside a rough wooden shack. My mother who was cooking dinner inside, called out for me to come in. As I entered the shack, , I could see she was cooking over a black stove, the kind that used wood for fuel. I asked her where Daddy was, and she replied he was working and would be home soon. With that the dream ended. What made this dream sitck with me all these years was the fact that I am a while male caucasian, and the little boy and his mom where black. As an aside, a few years after this dream, I had the pleasure to work in Jamaica for 3 months. As soon as I arrived there, I felt that I had arrived home, and it was with great reluctance that I left that country.