My dream last night

I dream a lot, but my dream last night was an unusual one...

There were people lining a sort of a street about twenty persons deep, and I was one of them.The atmosphere was fantastic - a bit like London's Notting Hill or New Orleans' Mardi Grascarnivals.

The stage was the gap - the roadway, if you like - between the crowds that faced one another.Performers were taking it in turns to do their thing over a stretch of about fifty metres.A tall, gangly, thin old black man, who vaguely reminded me of a bald Chuck Berry stopped infront of me as he was doing his act, and said, " It's your turn! The people want to hear yoursong!"

My Song

"I don't have a song", I replied, to which, he took me by the wrist, and said, "Everyone has asong".

He led me by the wrist up the gap between the two crowds dancing - walking as people do injoyous processions frequently glancing at me and all the while smiling at me and the crowds.I was very shy, not embarrassed, but I didn't know what to do

I began to hum, and then sing words that I thought only he could hear. He encouraged me, andthe onlookers seemed to do so too.

Slowly, I started to sing slightly louder. The spectators could not have heard me, but they smiledand moved rhythmically, swaying to and fro.

Singing My Song in My Dream Last Night

As I gained confidence, my song grew louder. I stumbled over some of the words and phrases,but it didn't seem to matter… people were on my side, and I loved them, and my old guide, for it.I woke up before I finished singing my song, but I still had the words running around my brain.

It was Bob Marley's Three Little Birds.

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