USS Clueless: Earth to Timi

I dreamed that I was traveling the city of Detroit with a friend. This friend accompanied me to Detroit, so I was his tour guide in a sense. I was so happy that he was with me. He was beautiful. I know beautiful isn't a great adjective to describe a man, but he was gorgeous. His skin was a deep brown complexion & when the sun shined on his face, he appeared to be golden. He was tall, perhaps around 6'2 - 6'3. He had a stocky build. I'm guessing that he weighed anywhere from 230-240. His smile was enough to make me melt.

I'd never seen him before (in real life), but I recognized his voice to be of someone that I know very well. I even called him by that person's name in my dream. He was perfect. I enjoyed showing him around the city. He was eager for me to share my knowledge of the city of Detroit with him.

We traversed the city on foot & by car. I showed him where I stayed when I lived in Detroit. I showed him my favorite hangout spots. I shared some history with him. He was great to talk to. As I walked hand in hand with him, I thought, "God. Is this man my husband?"

The dream ends abruptly at one of my favorite spots in the city of Detroit. My friend & I stood near the corner of Trumbull & MLK. We were about to visit Pilgrim Church. Pilgrim Church holds alot of wonderful memories for me because it was there that I learned the true meaning of Holistic Ministry. When I lived in Detroit, I worked at Pilgrim Church as part of a summer project that I was involved in. I helped to serve food to the poor & I also visited the elderly at a neighboring elderly home. It was a great experience for me. I met people that changed my perspective on life. They changed my thinking about poverty & what real community service is.

So in the I'm taking my friend over to Pilgrim Church. On the way, I'm pointing to landmarks. I pointed to the Ambassador Bridge. I pointed to the Renaissance Building. I told him a funny story about being chased by a cat. All the while he just smiled. When we arrived at Pilgrim, Bro. Ed was outside. He immediately recognized me and ran over to hug me. I introduced my friend to him. Bro. Ed gave him a big bear hug as well. It was exciting to see all the people again. I got a chance to chat with Pastor Covington once more. It was great.

It was lunch time at Pilgrim, so they were passing out lunch to the dozens of homeless men & women who frequent the area. My friend & I found a section of lawn across from the church to sit & have lunch. As we shared lunch, he & talked more about the city. I told him that I wanted to visit Mother Walker. Mother Walker is a lady that I met while making out morning rounds at the elderly home. She was an amazing lady. My friend said that he wanted to visit her with me. He said, "I don't want to leave." I said, "Good. Because I don't want you to."

We finished lunch. He stood up & extended his hand to help me up. He grabbed my hand. I became really excited about seeing Mother Walker. I was in a hurry to get there. As we walked, I saw the peacocks that I became so familiar with. My friend stopped me & pulled me close. He was about to say, "I love you" when this homeless guy approached. He said, "Hey sis. Can I borrow $10? I get paid tomorrow, I'll give it back to you."

I woke up only to find my little brother standing over me. He said, "Please? I'll give it back to you tonight." I was upset with him. I said, "You ruined my perfect dream!" I looked at my clock & it read 7:12am. My brother kept begging me for the money. I gave it to him so that he would allow me to go back to sleep. I was anxious to go back to sleep in hopes of picking up where the dream left off. lol.

It didn't happen! I went back to sleep, but I didn't dream of my love in Detroit. I dreamt of wombats & guinea pigs. I awakened from that dream mad as hell at my brother. If he hadn't woke me up, I could've still been in my Detroit fantasy. I could've hugged Mother Walker. My friend would've told me that he loved me. We could've cuddled by the fountain in Belle Isle. He & I could've kicked it over a vege pie at Pizzapapolous. We ridden the People Mover. We would've taken black & photography of the old Train station on Michigan Ave. This train station is one of the most beautiful structures that I've seen in my life.

Perhaps the dream the dream would have progressed. My friend would've become my husband. We could've taken our children to the Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History. We could've taken them to the freedom statues in Hart Plaza. We could've told them about Detroit's role in the Underground Railroad.

Wow. What if? All the possibilities that could've existed in one dream. My brother sucks so much right now...