I had a dream...
May. 7th, 2008 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
josilverdragonNo, seriously. I did have a dream last night. It was in two parts. The first was my friend mr_nikorasu and I having dinner at a local restaurant here and while smoking, discovering that indeed the restaurant was "Non-Smoking". I felt really bad, and then we drove around to a convenience store and met his mom, who yelled at him for being late. Very strange, but the next dream was... different.
I dreamed that I wanted to go back in time to see the beginning of Barack Obama's campaign, so I did, but it ended up being set in like the 60s or 70s. And I was in a house with him, I'm assuming as a young man/boy, and because of his message, both whites and blacks were shooting up the house. They thought I was great, and wanted me to stick around, but I needed to get home to my time because there was a limit on how long I could stay without changing the past. There were others there, a few kids, all black, who had heard this message of a possible future and wanted to join in, regardless of the danger. And two times, while I was there, we had been shot up pretty bad. I remember crouching in the corner by the door, making sure it was locked and bolted so they couldn't get inside. It was terrifying, but at the same time, there was a feeling of 'YES, WE CAN". I'm not kidding. I murmured those words in the dream and my dreamself got all misty-eyed and knew I believed, in the Barack then and the Barack now.
What a dream. But I believe in change, and that it is a good thing, regardless of whether me myself likes change in my own life.
I move in approximately 10 weeks. I'm not even close to ready, but I WILL move. I will do what I have to so I can get where I want to be. And I will stand proud and believe, in myself and in Barack Obama.
mr_nikorasu and I having dinner at a local restaurant here and while smoking, discovering that indeed the restaurant was "Non-Smoking". I felt really bad, and then we drove around to a convenience store and met his mom, who yelled at him for being late. Very strange, but the next dream was... different. I dreamed that I wanted to go back in time to see the beginning of Barack Obama's campaign, so I did, but it ended up being set in like the 60s or 70s. And I was in a house with him, I'm assuming as a young man/boy, and because of his message, both whites and blacks were shooting up the house. They thought I was great, and wanted me to stick around, but I needed to get home to my time because there was a limit on how long I could stay without changing the past. There were others there, a few kids, all black, who had heard this message of a possible future and wanted to join in, regardless of the danger. And two times, while I was there, we had been shot up pretty bad. I remember crouching in the corner by the door, making sure it was locked and bolted so they couldn't get inside. It was terrifying, but at the same time, there was a feeling of 'YES, WE CAN". I'm not kidding. I murmured those words in the dream and my dreamself got all misty-eyed and knew I believed, in the Barack then and the Barack now.
What a dream. But I believe in change, and that it is a good thing, regardless of whether me myself likes change in my own life.
I move in approximately 10 weeks. I'm not even close to ready, but I WILL move. I will do what I have to so I can get where I want to be. And I will stand proud and believe, in myself and in Barack Obama.
