Last night I dreamt that I was looking for an apartment (not far from the truth). My baby had been born already, and I went to a place where I had rented from before. (If fact not a real place, but somewhere I dreamt about some months ago.)

When I got there, a babalawo I had been working with since last year, showed me the place. It was a small little one bedroom, but it was nice. Not furnished though.

When I called him back, to tell him I’d take the place, it turns out that the entire building was mine. That I had inherited it from someone.

Both of these are omens of success and friendships. What’s more, I find it interesting that it was a babalawo, a son of Ifa, and a familiar one to me that showed me the place and that it was somewhere I had rented from before.

Yes I’ve dreamt about him at least once about three months ago.

In the dream I stormed into his apartment. When I got there, and asked him if he plans to take care of his child, he refused to answer me, and I lost my temper and said a few words to him and paralysed him. I then began to destroy his place. I broke every plate, dish, cup and glass I could find. I uprooted plants and threw them against the wall. I broke every piece of glasss and mirror I could find. I destroyed stuff hanging on the walls. Broke furniture, chairs, coffee tables… I threw stuff out the window.

In between these shifts from item to item, I’d ask him if he was going to be responsible and be a man, and he just refused to answer me. In the end, he was cowering on the floor in fear. I would stand over him and ask him, “Are you going to take care of your child?” and he just wouldn’t answer me; I would look in his eyes, and I could see his fear, but I could see his hate and anger as well.

My mother came to the door, and came inside and told me, “You’ve done enough now, let me talk to him.”

I went outside and paced up and down, until she came outside and said that he had agreed to maintain the baby.

I asked her if she had that in writing, and she said no, but that she believed him.

I told her, he was a liar and charmer, and that he would say and do anything to get me to leave him alone, but unless he put it in writing I didn’t believe him.

Then I woke up.

What I remember most about this dream, is the satisfaction I took I destroying his stuff, and his powerlessness to move or do anything. I could see how angry he was at first, he was clenching his fists over and over and I could see he wanted to rush me and hit me, but he could not move. See, I had spoken and bound him immobile. Also by the time I was done, he was a jelly of fear trembling on the floor.

During my afternoon nap, I had this dream:

I was a young free coloured woman, living in France sometime in the late 19th century. My mother was a mulatto, and my father was a white Frenchman. I was very pretty, and very interested in the arts and music and such, highly educated.

I met and fell in love with a much older white Frenchman, an artist himself. I was about seventeen or eighteen, he was in his late 30s, early 40s. We were both very taken with each other.

He asked my family to marry me, but they refused for petty reasons. He didn’t have enough money, he was an artist, they had dozens of reasons.

Instead they married me to another free coloured man… his mother was a slave from Haiti, his father a French nobleman.

He had emotional problems, and he wasn’t very nice to me, although never violent.

On the day I entered the dream, he and I had had a rather large argument. Not about money or some such…. he was just acting very erratic. I was pregnant (a month or two), and very worried about his behaviour.

He was wandering the house half naked and taken to bouts of shouting. I found him in the attic railing in a language I didn’t understand… I asked him what was wrong, and he started screaming at me.

I ran back downstairs in tears, grabbed my bonnet and ran out of the house. I walked the rue very worried… and as I walked past a park, I heard a mouth harp being played and stopped. I looked into the park, looking for where the sound was coming from.

When I found the person, from the back he looked familiar and I went through the park gate and walked towards him. He was surrounded by children and young people. I walked around the crowd and stood before him. It was the white Frenchman I was in love with.

After he had finished his song on his harp, the children dispersed and he got up and took my hand. I asked him what he was doing there, and he said he comes and spends afternoons in that park, hoping I’d come by.

We talked, and he offered to walk me home. Except, we didn’t walk home right away… we walked and walked and talked and talked. We walked all through the neighbourhood I lived in, which was very toney and upscale, and finally into a more working class neighbourhood.

Then I woke up…

I Shall Be Released — Nina SimoneHating family lifeLast night I dreamt of my son again.

In the dream I have been traveling and return home. I go through the downstairs part of the house, shouting for my boy… “Dayo! Dayo!”

I walk out of the house onto a long verandah, whose floor was painted red, and just beyond the cement was a stretch of grass. Beyond that a wall, beyond that the sea. There is a gate that leads down to the garden and then on to the sea.

I stand on the back verandah calling for my son, “Dayo! Dayo!”

Suddenly the gate flies open and slams into the fence, and my son, aged about three, comes barreling through.

His face was bright and shiny, my caramel coloured boy, and he races across the verandah and about three feet away, he takes a flying leap and jumps into my arms, throws his arms around my neck and covers my face with kisses.

“Mummy! Mummy! I missed you!”

I tell ya, retribution, oui? And exoneration…

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Last night I dreamt that I had met this guy. He was super cute, he was mixed race, and tallish, and very very intelligent. He had two kids and we were playing with them and hanging out.

We left them at play park under supervision and he and I went knocking around. I was really into this guy, but hadn’t told him I was pregnant yet. He was however, really sensitive and responsive, and I could tell he was really into me too.

I excused myself and went to a bathroom, that seemed very confused. Some of the toilets weren’t working, there was hardly toilet paper, and there was an assortment of coats hanging on the wall, draped high mostly because there was water all over the floor.

There was a sign on the wall saying, “Take any coat you fancy.”

I went to the bathroom, and while in there I heard someone sniffling.

After I flushed the toilet, I went to see if the person needed help. When I found her, it looked like this girl Kendy was her name, that I went to Girl Guides with as a pre-teen, but who I also fought some serious professional battles with because I was a superior and she was a subordinate, and she felt she didn’t have to adhere to my orders, (but that was years ago.)

She was crying, and I asked her what was wrong. She mournfully told me she was pregnant, but didn’t know what to do.

I kind of waded through some water, and talked to her for a while….

Afterwards, I realised time was flying, because the cute guy was outside waiting on me. I told her I had to go. She encouraged me to take a coat and she said, “Your kindness will save you everytime….”

I took a coat, one with a kind of lion’s ruff all around it, wished her luck and left.

When I got outside, my cutie was talking to my brother who had arrived from somewhere, and he asked me what had taken so long, but he was worried. I told him about the girl in the bathroom… and I think he told me that he had heard about her, and that she was a ghost.

Anyway, later he and I were in my apartment, which for some reason was upstairs in a very plush hotel.

We were in the living room talking, and I may have told him I was pregnant then. He was just about to say something, when the doorbell rang.

I went to answer it, when unceremoniously monilove and preciousc sauntered in. I was shocked, I mean I hadn’t gotten to the door, I was just crossing the kitchen to get to the door. They just opened it and walked in.

They said good evening, or rather preciousc said good evening, and monilove remained sullen (as usual).

I asked them what they wanted.

In fact, they were there to ask me a favour. They wanted me to go and stay in the flat (that I used to share with monilove, and preciousc now does) and open the door for an engineer, because neither of them was going to be there, and they desperately wanted the engineer to come do whatever work was required.

I agreed, but was struggling with myself, thinking I was going to say yes and not go at all, not to do this favour. Because as they were asking, I heard Yemoja talking in my dream-mind, “Do no favours for the unworthy.”

Monilove got up off the floor I think it was, and walked over to the cupboards in my kitchen and started open doors, and pulled out a glass and opened the fridge, and poured herself some water.

I looked on in horror, because really, who did this chit think she was!!!

I’m not sure how it happened, but I asked monilove where the hell she thought she was, and she answered me back, and I started to confront her.

Within seconds, there was a shouting match, and my cutie came outside to find out what was happening. When I told him, he looked at the two girls and said, “Okay, ya’ll got to get out.”

I went right on cussing them both, and they got in some digs, but nothing valid, just empty comments and idle threats that had no weight or truth in them.

I cussed them all the way down the steps of said plush hotel.

My cutie pulled me back inside and said, “I want to be the daddy…”

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The next day, I’m downstairs and see there’s this huge convention or gathering or something.

I see that the Guest of Honour is preciousc…. and I go into the room where all these people are gathered and it is hot, hot, hot! The sweat starts to pour off of me.

I grab a cup and start gathering up this sweat.

The announcer is reeling off preciousc’s achievements and saying what a pleasure it is to honour her at this event, and I am disgusted by it.

I kneel on the floor in the centre aisle, and use the sweat in the cup to begin to write out my grievances against preciousc and monilove right there on the red carpet running up the aisle. I write that preciousc is a fraud, a user and a betrayer. And some other shit too.

The sweat has some magical property, because when I write the words, it becomes luminescent
and the words I write with my finger stand out in the semi-dark of the room.

Satisfied, I stand and walk back upstairs without looking back.

The next day, when I come downstairs with my cutie, a half empty conference room reveals people shaking their heads and looking shell shocked.

I wonder what happened, and my cutie walks up the centre aisle and goes to talk to someone he knows, I don’t know who, but when he comes back he says it’s a relative of some sort.

He tells me, that a minute or two after preciousc took the podium to accept her ‘honour’, a squad of cops burst into the room and arrested her on fraud and embezzlement and possible conspiracy to murder charges and monilove is implicated as well.

I can’t help myself, I begin to laugh…. and laugh and laugh.

My cutie and I leave the room, and go out and have fun with our day.

And that’s all I remember.

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Now because I have to admit my dreams are prophetic, I won’t say that I don’t have a kind of satisfaction knowing that at some point these girls are going to be exposed for what they are… deceitful, dishonest users and abusers.

Even if my exoneration and retribution comes only on a spiritual level, I have decided to leave this one up to the Kind Spirits who surround me and look out for me.

I will have my say of course (that’s what the sweat on the carpet was about), but ultimately the retribution shall come from somewhere else, outside of me and the repercussions of the terrible callous treatment I received at the hands of monilove and preciousc.

The whole world will see… and it won’t have anything to do with me, all I shall be able to say is: I knew it all along.

I just had a really wonderful dream.

I had gotten off the plane in Barbados, and I was sad and upset. My mother was there and she embraced me and kissed me and told me not to worry that everything was going to be okay.

After about a week or so in Barbados, my mother said, alright enough of this moping, we’re going on a little holiday.

She didn’t tell me where we were going until we were at the airport, but my brother came with us as well.

In the dream, I remember looking out of the window and flying over a city with a huge river running through it, but we didn’t land there.

When we emerged from the plane we were in Ghana, Africa.

My mother had booked a house for us on the beach… it was kind of interesting, yet another manifestation of my Dos Aguas in my dreams.

The house was kind of on a isthmus, and there was a fresh water river running outside of the house… you crossed a bridge, and then you were on the beach with the marvellous sea beyond.

The house, was part of a kind of resort run by a European man who had settled in Ghana.

We were there for one night, when Ms. G and her daughter A showed up.

The house was huge, with loads of rooms, and I wandered around and found my mother taking a nap in one, and my brother watching TV in another.

Ms. G and I sat on the back verandah and talked.

Then I woke up…

I think everything is going to be okay….

A couple nights ago, I dreamt about YMK. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, but it’s just weird how many times I’ve dreamt about him in the last year.

In this dream, I was living in a huge, and I mean HUGE, complex. It wasn’t modern at all, in fact it had a distinct feeling this was an old building, built in the early 1800s. In any case, it was huge. So much so, it’d take you like 15 minutes to walk from one end to the next.

My mother and my brother were there as well, but because of the size of the place, we lived in opposite corners and my brother had his own space as well. While we were living there, there was a whole section of the building that scientists were making experiments in… preparing for something.

In the dream I went to my mother, and was looking a little down in the dumps, and she asked me what was wrong. She was getting ready to go to some party (typical) and was primping and preening. I told her I was feeling lonely, and she said, it’s time to find a man.

I laughed, but didn’t really study it, because I get the sensation we were pretty isolated in this mammoth building and well scientists don’t have the most suave of social graces.

So we talked a little more, then she left for her party and I went back to my ‘room’ (it was really a suite of rooms, almost as big as a house). When I got back to my suite, something told me to open one of the empty rooms, opened the door, the room was huge and with just a straight-backed chair in it. I liked this room because it had a huge picture window and in the afternoons, sunlight flooded the room and it was soothing to sit there.

This afternoon, when I opened the door, YMK was sitting in the chair in a pool of sunlight.

I was shocked to see him. He was the last person I expected to see. He turned to look at me when I came in, stood up and walked towards me. He touched my face, stroked my shoulder and pulled me into his arms.

We made love in the sunlit empty room.

Later in the dream, the scientists that were working there, sent me, YMK and my brother into space to gather more research data for them. Somehow this involved dipping in and out of a star. (Don’t ask me the science, but that’s what we were doing.)

During the last dip, it seemed as if the star got angry, because a solar flare scorched the ship on it’s last exit and we nearly exploded. However, we pulled through.

YMK and I talked about barely making it, and that we were glad to have escaped and be alive and together.

When we returned to terra firma, we discovered I was pregnant. We didn’t return to the big, big house. Instead we went to live in a smaller (relatively) house on the same property, which was very reminiscent of Caribbean houses with huge verandahs and such.

The last scene of the dream is of he and I in a huge bedroom with french doors, me with a big bump, he standing at the window waiting for me to come and look out on the forest.

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I guess what is weird is these dreams tend to repeat some theme, and although I have ideas, I do not know what to make of them. I mean, he and I weren’t inlove, there was passion yes, but there wasn’t this ‘we in love’ vibe. More to the point, he’s the only man I have ever dreamt about this way.

Other lovers have appeared from time t

Ye Ye Ochun – Los Munequitos De Matanzas
Night before last, I had another of those odd dreams. I dreamt I was sharing a lover with monilove, and that when I found out what was happening, I took off.
I returned to this house I had been staying in before moving in with said man and monilove. The house I returned to, I shared with a gay man I met since I’ve been in England.

That’s a bit of a story, one I don’t think I can go into too much detail about. Mostly I didn’t like the elements of control he was trying to implement in our friendship–he was trying to tell me who my friends could be, who I should make alliances with, and telling me that to be his friend I had to abandon another friend, and as far as I was concerned that is a no no. My mother couldn’t tell me who my friends were at age eight, but this man I just met is going to tell me who they are. This was complicated because this man practices Santeria, and organises a group that I used to meet with. For me it smacked too much of the kind of control attempted with me by my former spiritual mother and her lackeys. So I pulled out, and have not gone back to the meetups.

In the dream, when I got to the house I was sharing with this man, there was no one there, so I started to gather up my things I had left at the house. I waited and waited; night fell and I was still waiting. The next morning I got up and thought to myself that it was strange that no one was there… I continued to wait, thinking that there was no way that they’d be gone for so long. I waited all day, falling asleep on the couch. I woke in the night time, when someone came in.

The person who came in was my ‘friend’s’ partner–incidentally looking nothing like the man I know to be my ‘friend’s’ partner–and when he got there, he asked me what I was doing there, and I told him I’d come back. Then I asked for my ‘friend’. This look passed over his partner’s face and he came and sat down next to me on the couch, and then told me that my friend had died. He got infected with something and died.

I was very upset, because the last time I had seen him (in the dream) we didn’t part on good terms, and now he was dead we’d never settle our beef. His partner put his arm around my shoulder while I cried, and that’s when I woke up.

Now, for my part, when I dream of death it tends to precipitate a spurt of spiritual growth, and when I woke up I wasn’t upset or anything, just curious as to why him…. it’s rare for me that I dream people like that. However, for sure I know it’s related to something spiritual. Death usually means new life in dreams.

Yeye Ochun – Los Munequitos De Matanzas
Last night I dreamt about an ordinary guy… he wasn’t super good looking, but passable, and he was tall and strapping, his body was like ‘ON’.
I was living in a house I think with my mother, brothers and father, but it was sprawling and I had my own space. These guys would come and hang out at our house, because we lived next to or near a football field, and they went to play there.

I was kind of interested in this other guy who was friends with The Ordinary Guy, and the other guy kind of engineered an introduction between myself and The Ordinary Guy. I was preoccupied with other things, so I was polite and sociable, but I didn’t react to the Ordinary Guy with immediate atavistic attraction.

However, I found he was around all the time after that. He wasn’t a flirter, but quietly assured of himself and it seemed at one point that no sooner than I developed a problem, than he was there to help fix it.

As time went on, I found myself beginning to be attracted to him, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself, because I had been liking this other guy; but then the other guy (who was a friend first and foremost) came to talk to me on behalf of the other guy.

I told the other guy I had been liking him for a while, and he told me that I shouldn’t look for him because he wasn’t on a relationship scene at all; in fact he said he was trying to set me up with The Ordinary Guy for months, but that I kept my distance. He asked me if I liked The Ordinary Guy at all, and I said yes… there was something there, but I had been ignore it.

“Don’t ignore it anymore,” he said. “That man is in love with you.”

So I started to pay more attention. It wasn’t like he was falling all over himself, it was more like he’d watch me, when he talked with me he paid close attention to everything I said, and was very nice without being overbearing. So this kind of non-sexual relationship developed between us and he wasn’t so plain looking any more. It seemed as though he grew more beautiful with me regard to him. He was such a strong, but gentle man…

In the dream, buttongoddess was there, and we were talking about stuff and walking down to the river to bathe. On our way there, we heard a bunch of people singing for Oshun, but we couldn’t see them at first. We were walking along the river, and there was a hill along one side of the path, and It sounded like they were up the hill.

When I finally saw them, I scrambled up the hill and realised I knew everybody there. So I sang with them, sang my heart out! “Ite wele wele ita Oshun, Ite wele wele.” It was strange–but not strange in a dream sort of way–that I knew all the songs. I sung lustily and from the gut.

Later in the dream, I think there was some kind of natural disaster or political upheaval, because it seemed like everything around me was going beserk. I was in my room and The Ordinary Guy came to the window to find out if I was alright. Then he told me he was in love with me. He said he wasn’t sure what was going to happen, so he didn’t want to not tell me and something happened to him. I kind of panicked and grabbed him, tried to hold him, but he held me tightly for a minute before he disappeared again.

Later, I’m thinking it’s weeks later…. he shows up at the window one night and he comes into my room. I was anxious for him since the last time I had seen him, and the way my soul responded to seeing him, I knew I was in love with him. We made love and in the dream I kept thinking, “How could I have ignored this man?” In the dream I kept thinking it was best sex I had ever had and he somehow became more beautiful than I could have thought.

We were wrapped around each other when I woke up….

a little on edgeNothing For Nothing — Mansa MusaLast night I dreamt of my son. It’s been such a long time since I have had such a vivid dream, it’s kind of caught me off guard.
In the dream I was pregnant, and somewhat listless…. I believe I was talking to Oyasdawta, and living in a house with many rooms.

When the time came, I was in a bedroom in the house, gripping the posts for assistance. I don’t remember a whole bunch of people. He was a beautiful baby…. caramel coloured and when I saw him I was overjoyed, in love with him, amazed that I had done this thing.

I had the baby, and a few days later, went down to my last office. I met a guy I know down there and we were chatting. When he asked me how I was, I said I had just had a baby and there was no milk. So we kept chatting back to the railway station. When I got there, he handed me a bag with stuff in it, food and so on.

I went home. When I got there, a woman I know from Barbados and is a friend was there at the house and some other girl I didn’t know.

They had come to see the baby. I wasn’t at home when they got there.

Then in the dream, either time advances or the baby has super powers, because it was growing fast, fast… so he had hair, and he was walking and talking.

His father appeared…. in the dream he was a vaguely familiar man, but I couldn’t place him in real life.

We were involved, but you know, with problems. We had another baby.

In the dream, he just ups and decides that we should split up the children, one stays with me, one goes with him…. I refused.

Now I wonder what it all means….

The son made me feel warm, organised, focussed, strong, and he was so beautiful.