I Had A Dream
I dreamed that Martin Luther King had super-powers
and could fly, which I thought would be great, because
he could spread his message of social justice, so much
more effectively, that way.
But first he had to fly to his high school to take a test for
which he was late. Unfortunately he must have gotten confused on
the very first school orientation day, because he totally forgot
that he was supposed to be taking this class, and now he had to
hope that he could pass the test without knowing any of the
material. Maybe it would be multiple choice.
He was in such a hurry though that he had forgotten to put on
his super-pants. He had to hope that he was flying high enough
up in the air that nobody would notice that he was naked
and that maybe he could wrap this cape around his waist when
he got to school.
The rain was pouring down the street, almost like a raging river,
but it wasn't really a flood, just torrential rain getting
pushed sideways by fierce winds. I had never heard of horizontal
rain before, but it made me worry that the weather was getting
weird and maybe the End was coming.
Dr. SuperKing landed at a party that one of this old high school
classmates was having on an outdoor patio, which had concrete
slabs and bricks laid in a kind of artistic, unusual way, but
you could tell it was really mistakes in a home do-it-yourself
project that they were trying make look artistic.
I guess that it kind of worked, but had some doubts about it.
Then a Big Silver Bird landed on the patio, not whistling a bird-
song, but projecting the most beautiful symphonic, classical
music. The Big Silver Bird warned us that we had to leave this
place because a dust storm was heading this way and it was going
to make spread a disease and make everyone sick.
So we looked at each other and started to dance in ring, singing
"Ring around a Rosa Parks, pockets full of posies, Dark!" I
supposed that rosies were like roses and not sure what the posies
were for, but I guessed that they were just in the rhyme because
they were flowers and rhymed with "rosie". Then a black man and
I looked at each and understood from telepathy that our lives
were much the same. Then we put our arms around each and cried.
Then I was sitting in the classroom where Dr. SuperKing was
going to take his test, and I was trying to figure how a circuit
with a capacitor in it would respond if a voltage were applied,
and if the current would flow. I said to myself, "Well of
course, if you apply voltage, there would HAVE to be a current."
Someone said that there was a wedding going on in the next
room, and how come I wasn't going over there, to be sociable?
I wanted to keep working on my capacitor circuit problem, so
tried to think of an excuse, and said that I wouldn't really
feel comfortable there because I wasn't dressed with a suit
and tie, and had absolutely no idea who the couple even was.
That seemed like an iron-clad, perfect excuse that they would
have to accept.
That was when I woke up. The wedding, the rain, the dust
storm, the test, the circuit problem- none of them really
got resolved or came to any final conclusion, but the
dream just ended there. I wonder what it all meant, but
sometimes the stories of our lives seem a lot like that.
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