Two Culture Dreams

Over the years my dreams have become a pepperpot of confusion. Last night I dreamt I was back in school on the island. The school was not in the usual schoolhouse. The desks and chairs were set up on a hilltop, among the fruit trees and lush green bushes. Birds flew overhead, the tropical skies were clear, and the ocean in the distance was choppy with small foaming waves rushing to shore. I sat at my desk and looked around, I was surrounded by people I met while living here in West Virginia and Kentucky. They were not wearing uniforms like we do on the island, they were wearing jeans and T-shirts, some in the latest fashion. They were laughing and talking like they belong on the island, like it was their home. The cows mowing and the donkeys braying did not seem to phase them. I sat at my desk and suddenly became sad. I knew I was home, but it did not feel like home. Then the teacher walked onto the hilltop and stood in front of the class. He was tall, white and was more like a coach than a teacher. I recognized who he was, he was Kevin McHale, the former Celtic basketball player. I don’t know if it is possible to get confused in a dream, but I sure did feel confused. I got up and walked down the hill, they tried to talk to me but I did not respond. I walked around the desk and chairs, the fruit trees and the bushes and came to a place where there was a barbed wire fence. I stopped trying to figure out how to get over it. Someone called my name and I looked around. Standing at the top of the hill was a group of students, boys and girls, chattering, laughing, some were even dancing. They were wearing cocoa brown pants or skirts, white blouses or shirts. I recognized some of them, they were my old classmates from my high school. They were calling me telling me to follow them because I was going the wrong way. I was even more confused, I tried jumping over the fence but did not jump high enough, I stumbled and fell, rolled down the hill, over the edge a cliff. As I floated downwards I saw flashes of my life’s journey, From Grenada to Kentucky, from Kentucky to New York back to Kentucky and then here in West Virginia. I woke up just as I hit the cold ocean. I sat freezing, the air conditioner humming in the background.

By Mr Giant

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster and Youtuber. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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