D.R.E.A.M.S.

There is something about dreams and night, forget about day dreams, those are fantasies. Lets talk about night dreams,, and nightmares. Dreams do not just come through, reason they hardly come true I had a dream, not something close to Martin Luther or Marcus'. It was a dream that I had lived before and everything was in sequence. Si you know those dreams that you know how will end? Like the lyrics to your favorite artist's song?

So in this dream, we are only two, and a large number of people waiting to be involved, from both parties. From my camp, no much expectation, i do my things low key, and they really don't know what is really happening . on the other camp, I dont know much about, for our communication is not physical, there is no personal space invasion so you really cant tell their reaction. In this dream, the intention is to make this girl settle down, not that she is jumpy or anything of the sort, its just because if I dont, another man will, and I will be on the losing end one more time. Like that song, I was hoping she doesnt get famous. As the Grammy award winning reggae artist, Buju Banton, said life is not an easy road, shock and waves were sent my way, and mind you, this young dreamer has always been sea sick, having only experienced the sea life once, and the welcome was not that pleasant.

I convinced the girl and we kicked things up or so I thought, but if you play poker, you must have heard of the phrase" the devil plays the cards." Distance was soon to be an issue, and even though I had hoped of coming back home from school on month ends like it had always been the case, this time nothing like that was to happen.

What followed was a series of "am coming home" texts you could think I was Sauti sol but when I eventually got home, the party was on its last hour, the alcohol had gotten the better part of everyone and closing eyes was the only thing on their mind. A series of "nitakuona lini" followed for weeks, but what the boy hadnt noticed yet , that an eye for an eye had left everyone in the streets blind and seeing anything was almost impossible.

No touch, no feels, no feels no touch, was a phrase I heard only once, back in 2004 in class one when the teacher was teaching something about senses. The last nail on the coffin came on the fifth day of the 19th year of the 21st century, and I must admit, give credits to the girl, her way of expressing herself was top notch, she said whatever she had to say but still leaving me not 'heart broken' , she left, but with doors open. It is said, a rekindlined ciggerate never tastes the same. But they also remind us of beauty in second chances, and just like the girl, the boy was in his space and left his options wide open, hoping that he would fall back to sleep and dream again.

A beautiful dream. My Dj, it was just a dream, now play no sad songs.