Jan 15 2009
A Strange Dream
That night my eyes held no sleep. In the dark night I felt restless, lonely and wide awake. It was bound to be a long night for me. Then it came, the dream. Walking towards my hut, I saw it coming, a black sharp-horned African bull charging towards me. It called my name, how strange, lifting its forelegs at me. As it advanced, I felt lifted up and floated in the air like an angel. Beneath me, the puffing, frothing and confused bull bellowed angrily. I landed back on earth, but this time on a sandy hot desert. I was relieved to see my siblings around me, but suddenly they disappeared and in front of me stood a witch, naked, with multi-coloured beads around her waist. I tried to run, but my legs felt stiff, and she caught up with me. We engaged in a fist-fight. I became spiritually possessed, with such strength I have never had in my life. Once, twice, I caught her with stunning blows, but she would rise up challenging me, declaring, “You won’t defeat me”. The struggle went on as I beat her very hard. I leapt from my bed, body heavily soaked, alive and awake once again to discover it had, after all, been nothing but a strange dream.
