Dream from the mailbag:
Well, before you decode my dream I would like to tell you about myself, so you can get a better decodation if that’s even a word but anyway I’m a 15 year old African American male I don’t work and just go to regular high school. So, in my dream I was playing basketball which I do a lot in real life and I was just playing with some guys I’ve never met in my old neighborhood which I just recently moved from this summer. Then all of a sudden these Jamaican dudes came around the corner blasting their music you could hear a block away. So everyone runs and so do I. I assumed they had guns and which I’m pretty sure they did. I then split from the group of guys and went to my old house which was locked since I moved and I couldn’t get in. So I went to my neighbors house which my family and theirs had done favors for one another. Their 17 year old daughter came to the door and I asked to use their computer as an excuse to come inside and be safe. But for some unusual reason she brought the computer out to the door for me to use. Then I just cut to the chase and asked to come inside as I could hear the music of the Jamaicans coming down my block. But she had to call and ask her parents if I could as she had had trouble before. Finally the dream ended, I wasn’t shot but I didn’t get in the house as the dream was cut short.