Last night I dreamt I was swimming. Swimming, swimming, swimming trying to swim
to Mexico. And I kept pulling a 10
pesewa coin out of my pocket because it had an arrow on it that showed me which
way to go.
Finally I see lights.
And I see a fenced in compound all lit up maybe with barbed wire around
it so I keep swimming until I come to a group of young adults sitting on the
shore and I go up to them, explain that I’m trying to get to Mexico and ask
where I am.
The girl looks to the boy who says “Someone’s gotta tell
her. You’re in Canada. You went the wrong way.” And I just stood there wondering what to do
next because I had plans, maybe some epic swimming the world adventure, but now
I did not know what to do because I went the wrong way and swam to Canada and
not Mexico!
Then I woke up to the Call to Prayer. But all I could think was how clever my mind
was, what a curve ball my own mind just threw at me and how dumbfounded I was in the dream.
How does one make such a huge mistake?
Where is my Grandmother Willow?
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