Pearl Rai

My dreams seem to have a life of their own//dreams or nightmares🤔
2017-08-23 09:38:17 (UTC)

Those night through morning dreams

I woke up took my baby to the sitting room then got back to sleep,I didn't think that after such a dreams filled night I would dream some more but Immediately I closed my eyes this morning I started dreaming about a television interview for South Africa apartheid war veterans; It looked like we were at Roben Island they kept coming to the camera and microphone;one lady was with her kid and she said since Vusi came back home from the struggle he's all about the kids and her small boy chipped in to say he's all about kids, kids, kids all the time when his mom broke out in laughter to that. Then the interview went on to a group of men who didn't seem to be over the apartheid era since they were emotional and singing the struggle songs they looked like they're still in war.My mom was watching the live interviews carrying my baby on her lap whenever I passed by them my baby would cry and stretch her arms out like they always do when they want you to take them I kept carrying on with my chores to her frustration.

Last night I dreamt one of those long dreams; I was attending a funeral we were wearing all black following a que and singing when I realized that I was in a space alone in the middle of that que. I decided to go back and join the ones behind me when I looked to my left I realized that the tv crew was filming the funeral proceedings I remember thinking that I hope they didn't get that little moment on camera I felt embarrassed like I ruined the flow of that que even though I didn't understand how I got to be on no man's space alone.After going back to the que we continued singing funeral songs,I don't know whose funeral it was but the person must have been important to have the national tv news crew around.The funeral proceedings went on for what felt like forever.from the burial we were sitting around when one lady caught my interest,I kept wondering if I knew her from somewhere,I thought maybe it was Kelly from my primary school days but then she looked different; this one has a dark ?birthmark or some blemish across the bridge of her nose while Kelly never had that.she murmured her displeasure at being stared at that's when I felt embarrassed and stopped staring.later on she walked by with an older man whom I heard was her husband they were talking in a foreign language which sounded like Afrikaans, as she passed by I was with my former neighbor Thato who talked to the young lady and said she was her home girl, I asked Thato what language the lady and her man were conversing in she just shrugged her shoulders with disinterest and said she thinks the white man and the lady stays in Norway or Denmark she wasn't sure. I was in awe,so fascinated by the whole situation I stared until they were out of my glare.
The dream still continued with me going home to my husband............he was annoyed that I didn't tell him about some nurse's death whose name was Ms Segosebe or Ms Garekwe or something like that,didn't understand why it was that important to him.The dream went on until morning when the baby woke me up,mostly starring me and my hubby even our bedroom antics were not spared.




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