Good Dream

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face.
Looking out the window, the sky is blue, as if my good dream has decided to stay for the day.

In my dream, I was at the hair salon (yes, I need a haircut and that has been on my mind,) waiting for my turn. I was assigned to a stylist who seems to be very popular and busy, so I needed to wait for her for a while. Then there was an electric failure and the lights went out, so the stylist decided to take a break and sit at the round table, where I was invited to sit with her and her colleagues.

While I waited for the power to come on, I looked at the stylist, and realized that she was a girl who I used to play with in Africa. She was only there for a short while, visiting her American uncle, but while she was there, we played together. Then, I saw a man sitting across from me, and realized that he was a boy who I knew from Africa. Though we were never close, he was at my school, and we both played football. I mentioned this to both of them, and voila! they both remembered me. The man was a proprietor of the hair salon, and though he and the stylist worked together for some time, they had no idea about their African connection. Then we recalled a day when all three of us played in the vast open area, from day break to dusk, and looked up at the jakaranda tree as we waited for our parents to come pick us up.

We all hug each other, and I woke up.

The boy and girl in my dream did not exist, but there are few friends from the time I was in Africa that I would like to see again. My brief 2 years stay there was one of the best times of my life, and when the memories come back in full force, they arrive with nostalgic happiness.

Zambia. The name of the country still casts a spell on me when I hear it. I heard it mentioned yesterday on TV, and may be that was the reason why I had this dream.