Adda Mabalina

Yesterday I dreamt of an older white lady. She was in her 70’s, I would assume.

She owed a huge mansion, that housed people from all walks of life. Children, adults, people walking with walkers, married couples, everything. The backyard had a vast pool, multiple gazebos everywhere, as if it were a beach club you’d find in Las Vegas.

She sat there, at one of her cabanas. Listening to two black men talk about their struggles with racism, moving up in the world, and also about a business they were trying to start up. She smiled, laughed, and listened to these men. She spoke to these men with respect, kindly accepted their request, and funded their business venture.

Prior to this, she was walking with me through her front yard. So big, that it felt like I was walking through Central Park, with much much less people. She spoke to me like she was my closest confidant. She knew who I was, my character, and respected my choices in life. There was no feeling of malicious intent, or even another agenda. Just wanting to spend time with me and relax while we walked through her garden.

I don’t know what this dream means, but it spoke to me. Something about this woman was so honorable, so genuine, and so bright. She was a warm light, someone I felt I could 100% be myself with. It’s like I want to dream about her again, just to feel it. Just to be around her.

Maybe it’s who I truly want to be. Maybe that’s my goal, to be as humbly gentle, kind, and caring as this woman in my dream is.

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