I had a dream last night. Its the type of dream that you don’t remember having until something during the day trigger it. Reading the Washington Post this morning triggered my remembrance that I was standing in front of a podium talking to a crowd.
Not just once, not just twice but several crowds, several different places, I looked as I do now, I didn’t look older than I do now. I wasn’t wearing glasses, I had no facial hair, and I was always in a suit, or a dress shirt at least. People interacted with me like I was a man, a leader. I even noticed that I still didn’t comb or brush my hair, I noticed those things in the dream, I even felt ashamed for them.
I remember this one scene, where I walking down the middle of the street with a large following and an older black man, light skin, large, sticks his hand out wanting to shake my hand. He is excited to see me. Cameras are around, and people are taking footage, and pictures. He says something to me to the effect of.
“I have been waiting to meet this young man.”
The man is in some position of power, he is the mayor of a city. It honestly felt like I was in New Orleans, or a place that experienced something bad, because it almost felt like it was raining or there was a lot of water around.
The entire dream was me watching myself giving speeches, I never saw the crowd just my face, I couldn’t hear my words, I just heard the crowds response. They shouted in agreement, they laughed, they cheered, they were silent. They were black voices.
I was viewing the dream as if I was viewing TV.
Beyond what the most obvious translation of what this dream may be, what does this mean? I hate speaking in front of people, I hate to stand in front of the crowd I feel so self conscious. Truthfully as I watched myself in my dream I felt so ashamed, I couldn’t believe I was on TV and people were watching me.
But deep down that’s my dream, my awesome, awe inspiring dream, to be a leader for the black race. I have a dream, and I told you all my dreams, because I love you.
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.