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SLAVE DAYS
By Amy Pusz
I don't know if this is a memory of a past
life or a recurring dream. You see, I dream this a lot, but also, I
don't know if I think about the dream or if I'm actually remembering
something outside of the dream realm.
The first time I dreamt this was about four years ago.
I dreamt about a girl who lived a long time ago during slave days. She
lived in a wood house with windows and dirt-like floors. The house had a
wrap around porch and an awning. I'm guessing that she didn't live in
this house as she was with several people - a mother, father, some kids
and those I would guess were her grandparents. They were definitely poor
as their clothes were rags.
By what happened next, I'm guessing they escaped. They
were all sitting on the floor when suddenly there was a lot of noise and
glass started breaking. Everyone was lying on their stomachs and
scooting together. I realized that whoever was outside was shooting up
the house. Some of the people in the house were killed. I remember the
girl screaming and holding one of the smaller girls. Then, she crawled
to a corner to peek out one of the broken windows. There was still a
piece of glass in the window and this is the weird part. I was dreaming,
but I found myself seeing through the girl's eyes. In the window I saw
her (my) reflection and she (I) was African American. I was her and I
saw myself in what remained of the glass.
I know she did not die. It's just a feeling, but I
immediately woke up after seeing that she was me. It was one of the
strangest feelings I have ever had.
Every time something like this happens to me, I do
research on myself or my family. In doing so, I found out that my family
did own slaves, and for all I know, maybe one of them is trying to
contact me.
After this dream, I don't know if I'm having memories
or just more dreams, but I see the house, the girl, and just know she
lived and grew up.
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