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I feel like I have to tell someone this. It’s been in my head all day and I cannot stop thinking about it. I had a dream last night. It was one of those dreams where it felt as if it was real. It was all too real. It was almost a nightmare. It was something that I will never forget.

I cannot exactly recall the beginning of my dream, but the middle is as clear as day. They always say you can never remember the beginning of a dream, you always appear in the middle of the action. I would not say that this happened because I feel the like the beginning was completely irrelevant. The middle of my dream is more significant. What was different about this dream was that I was not in 2017. I felt as if I was in a completely different time period. I am not sure what time period. All I know was I was in the deep south because everyone that I talked to had a southern drawl in their voice. Everyone was old fashioned and held traditional values.

My friend and I had a found a house to live in while we stayed in this southern town, but that was a mistake. I cannot recall why we were there in the first place. I feel as if I should mention that both my friend and I are African American. The people who lived in this town did not want us there. They came to our house and stood on our lawn. One woman and three men. One man was dressed in all black with a hood. I couldn’t see his face. They were all yelling obscenities, threatening to come in and telling us that we need to leave. I hid the bathroom, but I could see them outside yelling through the bathroom window. I peeked out of the bathroom door. I noticed that my friend was inching towards the front door to look through the peephole. I told her to go back to her room. She didn’t listen. I watched through the bathroom window as she came out through the back door to confront the people on our lawn. They attacked her. The man in black put a rope around her neck and then hung her from the tree in our front yard. They all cheered and then yelled for the “other one” to come out. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself elsewhere and it worked.

I was standing in front of an old man with white hair. His voice was wavering. He kept saying to me in slight whisper,

“History will repeat itself unless we listen.”

“History will repeat itself unless we listen.”

“History will repeat itself unless we listen.”

“History will repeat itself unless we listen.”

“History will repeat itself unless we listen.”

“History will repeat itself unless we listen.”

I woke up with this man’s voice in my head and I’ve been hearing it all day. I feel as if this dream really means something. I feel as if this is one I shouldn’t ignore. What does it mean? Did something like this actually happen? I want to look it up, but I am not entirely sure that I want to.


About meetmeinnevada

A Kansas girl trying to navigate the changes of the big city of Las Vegas, Nevada by talking about life, thoughts, and relationships.
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2 Responses to Listen

  1. bexoxo says:

    I’m sorry you had such an awful dream, but it’s nice to hear from you.


    • Thank you! I am glad to be back too! Taking six courses was the worst and I probably will never do it again, but it did put me closer to graduation. I have one more year left. My goal now is to try and write a post a day and try and read other people’s posts as well.

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