Here is my dream. I was wondering around in the country house when I saw this tree a million miles away. Stupid me I had to go and see it. So I walked and walked and walked I got tired and drank some water then I walked. Finally I got to the tree and looked up. I said I’m not climbing this thing it’s huge. But as I said before stupid me had to not listen and climbed up that tree. I climbed for hours to just get to the top. When I finally got to the top I was glad I climbed it. I saw every thing. I saw the empire state building I saw the Eiffel Tower I saw the whole world it was awesome. Then I had to wake up.
I was living on my old block in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. It’s the block I grew up on and was really “home.” There was a house across the street from my house. It was a white house #91 and it had a short stone wall around the front yard.
This is my dream. I was across the street in front of the house I lived in and looking across at the white house #91. On the short stone wall that surrounded the front yard was a woman dressed in black from head to toe. She had on a long black dress, black shoes and a black bonnet. She was laying on her back, length-wise, on top of the wall. Her face was lit up in a bright, bright yellow glow and she seemed to be dead. Her body was straight along the wall with her hands across her chest and she was still.
I remember that dream scared me the night I dreamt it – and that was a long time ago. I must have been in my teens – and I still remember the sight of that women laying on the wall.