I'm Gump ____ Selma's backyard.

I had this dream last Saturday. I woke about 7 am. I have been very busy at home, school and work.

I do not know who these people are in the dream. It was like a movie or something.

As I was writing it I had to name the people. NO one in my dream had names.



This dream took place like in 1930-40s

The dream started out like if I was flying over this park, the park is about the size of a block. There is a basketball court with only one hoop, there are houses on each side of the park. I flew over the park and noticed a house on the left with a shady backyard. I could hear salsa music from the house. Across the street from the house is a big building like three stories high made of brick. The building is an apartment. I went into the third level window and was watching an old black man. He was sitting on a rocker facing me. I saw some kids running around him and then back into a hall way. The old man was being told that his daughter had incredible strength for a girl. She ran faster than any boy at school. His daughter did not try to win, she was just bigger,faster and stronger than all the kids.

I do not know who was talking to this old man, I know it was not me. After the voice stopped. The old man did not say anything, he just got up and started walking towards the hallway in the direction of the kids. I heard some loud pops, three of them. POP!, POP! POP!

I realized what he had just done, he shot his daughter and his son.

I quickly started to leave the apartment, I ran into the main hallway and headed down the stairs. running as fast as I could down the stairs. I was feeling like he was going to catch up with me even thought I was way ahead of him. I was scared so I jump and flew down the middle opening of the stairway. I flew down 3 flights or so. I reach the lobby and landed on my feet. Once I looked at the stairway, the old man was waiting for me.

Next thing I know I am flying across the street towards the park and into the backyard of the house across the street. It was very shady, in the backyard. There a was a black lady and a Spanish lady sitting at a round table under a tree. There was salsa music being played, and the two ladies sat drinking some tea. The black lady is named Bertha and the Spanish lady is Selma. Sitting in Selma's backyard was a get away for Bertha. There she could relax and enjoy some time to herself. Selma was a good friend. They always spent time together, Bertha liked Selma because Selma was on her own and making it. Selma's husband had died in the war and left her with a daughter and a house. Selma managed to make some money by teaching dance (Salsa) from her home, this income and what she received from the government allowed Selma to support her daughter and herself. Bertha, did not like living in the apartment building across the street but she had to for now. When her husband (Fred) convinced her to move to Chicago, they were supposed to live in the apartments for a short time. They had plans to move once her husband got a good job. He never did, he would find work but never anything promising. As time went by Fred started spending more time at the bars than at home. He was now an alcoholic.

Out of the back door a young girl came out half way and spoke to her mother in Spanish. The little girl said the senoras daughter has been shot across the street. Selma told Bertha it was time to go inside.

Bertha followed Selma inside the house, as they walked through the kitchen towards the front of the house. Selma stopped to give Bertha a picture frame. The frame was made out of silver wire metal, on each corner of the frame there was one blue sapphire jewel. In the center was a picture of Bertha and her daughter, their faces pressed together smiling.

As they kept walking, they passed through the large room where Selma would teach her dance class. This day there was a wedding reception taking place. Selma would often rent the front room to the local people who wanted a big room for a reception or birthday party. As the two made it thru to the front door, Bertha could see several police cars in the front of the apartment building, she walked out and covered her mouth as she started to cry. Selma put her arm around her friend and walked her home.


that is all that I remember.