9 Jul 2024
Dream
I was in an apartment that looked like a blend of where I live right now and where I used to live growing up. I was spending time with my siblings and Neice in the other room, along with a few unfamiliar friends. I think one of them was related to the late Michael Jackson. I was getting a message from one of my neighbors through the showerhead; they were calling out to me. I opened the window, and a few of them were trying to show me something. I climbed out the window, and they showed me their Halloween costumes. We chatted for a little bit, and they headed out. One of the neighbors is one of my friends involved in my Haitian community group in NC. I asked her to buzz me into the front of the building since I didn't grab my keys when I climbed out. She tried to buzz me in, but I guess that front door didn't match the entrance of my place. Someone was coming out of another entrance right next to it. I confirmed that my unit number was in that building, and they said yes and kept it open so I could come in. I got upstairs to my front door and knocked so my family and friends could let me in. They were confused because I had just gone to my bedroom and bathroom, and I had updated them on what had happened.
I remembered the next section of the dream, feeling like I wasn't part of the dream and watching the characters involved. There was a young black man with curly hair and a young black woman. I remembered a scene where a young white boy was at this big celebratory event, and he was scared but also wanted to see his favorite DJ play. He hid away when he was scared, and a team of folks came to find him. They found him and got him back to the crowd. Then, despite his fear, he tries to stow away in the bubble-like flying vehicle to see his favorite DJ perform. But for some reason, the team leader who helped him was still concerned about whether he was okay.
I also remembered how the black young man and young black woman got connected. They were in a majority-white place, like a school. I'm pretty sure that during their interactions, the black man started to really like the young woman more than a friend. During their interactions, they started to discover something was afoot in the place where they were. I can't remember what it was, but they started to work together to uncover the truth. The man constantly checked in with the woman to ensure she was okay. The young woman was courageous and willing to do what was needed to uncover the truth. The young black man was also confident and brave, and I remember very comforting and supportive of the young woman as they ventured into revealing what was happening in this institution.
In another part of the dream, I interacted with a middle school classmate I hadn't seen in years, and she asked me if I would join the cooking class this year. I told her no because they talk a lot instead of doing more cooking. I prefer fewer speeches and more on-the-job learning. Cooking and interacting with my cooking partner while the instructor provides feedback or corrections, affirmation if we're doing it right, and tips and tricks we can utilize as we cook a dish. During my experience of taking this cooking class, they seemed to talk more and not cook enough. We both laugh about it. I asked her if their style of instruction had changed, and then I would join. She assured me it did not. We giggled, and I stood by, not joining the class.
The dream was very pieced out, and I can't remember all the pieces of the dream. I remember going upstairs throughout my dreams for different things. I remember a journalistic theme throughout the dream when the two young black people uncovered the truth and a budding romance formed between them. They also had the feeling of mentorship for the younger students. I remembered interacting with family, unfamiliar friends, and an old middle school classmate. I remembered big crowds and the characters being concerned and checking how folks managed the pressure and what they felt called or desired to do. I remember all the people who followed through on something they were scared of doing or required a lot of pressure.
