Just woke up from a very vidid dream. There were many intriguing scenes before the one I woke up remembering, like a shoe falling from beyond the sky and landing in a parking lot leaving people mesmerized, and an absconding criminal being caught around my apartment (don’t ask me, I don’t know why we have these dreams 🤷🏽‍♀️ okay maybe I know something about the criminal part). Anyhow, in this one I was transported back to my primary school where the roof in the main hall was currently being repaired and student chairs were being put back in after an apparent long wait, everyone seemed so thrilled it was like a party out there (maybe this is pointing to a real life need, I wouldn’t know since I haven’t been there in years or maybe it’s just a result of binge watching Abott Elementary… must be the later).

The people in my dreams were people from the past. The not so far past and the really far past. Friends from across time, primary school teachers, secondary school teachers camouflaging as primary school teachers (it was a good feeling that I remembered their names, I almost beat my self up in the dream for forgetting one, but then I remembered). Trust teachers to almost always remember who you are, I wonder how.

I got really excited about the school library (not sure I visited there a lot as a child apart from the mandatory “library time” and in my dream, I couldn’t get in because library cards where needed and I wasn’t a student anymore (ouch). For some reason my grown up self in the dream got over the moon going in to the art studio, I wouldn’t stop yapping to my friend about how it still smelled the same (of childhood creativity haha) and how it was my favorite place in the school…. This dream is starting to make me reconsider things 😅 I don’t think it was my most favorite place but it was certainly a place I loved. What did Freud say about dreams being a reflection of deep seated desires (and maybe affirmations)? So compelling was the need to be there and to spend time in this space, to see what things had changed and to remember how we used to have the best little artworks exhibited on the studio walls (those projects used to stress my life, but it was valuable experience).

I woke up with the thought of writing this down for psychoanalysis 😅 and to fix this one dream that might be saying something about my life now in the murals of time. Yorubas say àlá gò meaning dreams are foolish and you shouldn’t take them too seriously but maybe dreams are something to be grateful for, evocatively bringing back people and places from a yesterday that you can never get back.