11-27-2009
The Experiment Failed/Or They Stopped it
In this dream I am walking down Walnut Street with Orji one night. We are talking and he talks about his feelings for me. I try to be very gentle with him but I didn't have feelings for him like that.
"I really like you, Orji, I would love to have a friendship."
"A friend?"
"Yes, we can be friends, spend time together, you know, do the friendship thing, but I don't really want anything deeper than that."
We are about to cross Walnut Street, at 39th, when I look up and see a huge Spaceship over the side of the CVS. The sky is completely bright and the ship has thousands of lights.
I say, "Orji, come look. There is a huge Spaceship in the sky!"
He rushes to cross over and sure enough, he sees it too.
I say, "I have seen them in my dreams but I have never seen them when I was awake!"
He is really surprised and shocked. The Spaceship disappears for a few seconds, then reappears again. There is a huge rumbling from its engines. It appears to angle itself towards the earth and disappears again by burying itself into the ground.
I say,"It's burying itself into the ground."
I can feel it. I place my hand on the ground near me. I can feel it moving deep within the earth. All of a sudden everything around us changes. Everything is gone and what's left is barren earth, brown grasses and dry as if there had been no rain for a long time. We are the only two standing. It is as if a huge bomb went off and destroyed everything.
We stand there wondering what now? then from all different directions people begin to run towards us/ as if they were spilling out of places that were not destroyed. We are in a mixed state of ecstasy and anticipation and wonderment, as people who have family/friends run towards us and each other. Our lives were spared, and so were theirs. We don't see all of our family/friends/loved ones, just a few.
I look up and see my daughter, Adwoa, running towards me. We hug that we are together. Then the area we are in changes to a vast field of green grass and trees.
We are escorted along a path towards a large building of some sort. Along the way are the Other Wordlies. They are so short, like dwarfs, they really seem like little stuffed animals. They are walking along with us, or maybe among us. They are so precious and me and Adwoa want to pick them up and hold them. They are the size of children between one and two years of age.
I say, "You are so beautiful."
I smile at them and hold my arms out to them. "You are so beautiful."
They are the color of malachite and hematite. The appear to be metallic but then when they allow us to touch them, they have a tacky rubbery texture. They are various shapes, and remind me of the Hindu gods, the ones with the Elephant heads. They look like statues of that design but walk and communicate. Adwoa reaches to touch one/pick one up.
I ask "How does it feel?"
She approaches one of them like you would a small pet.
I say, "They remind me of East Indian, uh Buddhist, no Hindi god statues."
One of them opens its arms as if to receive my reach. I rub it and caress it. I am extremely elated to be among them. I begin to get the sense that we were chosen. Only those of us who would be receptive to interacting with them. They take us along this "path" and we end up in this building. In the building we seem to be being examined by physicians and then given housing quarters/or shelter? It's dorm style while we are getting our examinations they "talk" to us. They appear to want to give us as familiar an environment as we had on earth.
In the examination room they simulate how doctors would take care of us. There's a large table, but there are several of us in the room and at some point they call in their assistant. Amazingly, there assistance are all Black Folks/and by their clothes you could see they were poor and uneducated. I get the sense that they saved them because they were poor and put them in powerful positions. You know, took them from a lowly position and gave them positions of status/working in the "Doctor's Office."
One guy says, "Yeah, I'm here but I still got a dad." and we get a little chuckle.
I am getting it, they have reversed the order of our old world and taken the poor and placed them in a functional position. I also get the impression that they chose them because they would be most receptive and less likely to destroy them/attempt to, that is.
After our exams we are taken to our rooms. I am realizing that this room is special. They attempted to arrange it by giving us things we are used too or extremely special to us. I see my daughter, Zakiyyah's dresser, a note she wrote to Sharon Berkowitz, some years ago. The post-it was faded pale green. It was about colon cleanse - "garlic, lemon juice" recipe.
I say, "Oh this is Kia's." I wonder what is on Adwoa's side and what's on mine. Funny, I wondered what relationship Keepsake they choose for me. I shake my head at myself. I am such a relationship fanatic.
It seems they attempted to make our transition easy by giving us that which was most dear. The other thing is that we are only here because we believe in them. We are the select few who believe in the Other Wordlies and we represent every nationality or ethnic group from planet earth.
I walk around to another room and find a large built African American male, who is complaining about his bed. It appears to be a box, with spaces between the wooden slats, like a box that you would store birds in. But his is extra long and he can take the top off. He is complaining about having a box in the corner to sleep in. I notice that the top can be inverted and paced on the box as the top appears to have a carved center and it could cradle him instead of boxing him in. He had the choice.
I say,"You do have a choice, You can let yourself be boxed in or you could turn the top over and place it over the box and let it cradle you instead."
He is a bit grumpy about the ordeal, rather then seeing the advantage. I get the impression that while they were selective about who they brought here, there was probably a range of receptivity that went from relief and trust to not so relieved and not so trusting. In fact, we all were uprooted from our familiar surroundings. And I could only imagine that it would take some getting used to and a whole other spectrum of human emotions. After all, they are not God and could certainly make some mistakes in judgment.
I felt that we were being placed in a temporary setting until we mare our adjustments and then we would be moved to another location.
Personally, I was so happy to be away from this planet, and I had Zakiyyah and Adwoa with me. I hadn't been in the dream long enough to see if my own discontent would surface.
