Spirit drum

 Jan 3, 2021

I dreamt that I was heading to a gathering filled with loved ones who had passed away.


As I stood with two men waiting, one of them turned to me and asked, “Who is your dad?” It struck me as odd, as we usually ask about our mothers or grandmothers. When I looked up, I saw it was Melvin. He had passed away shortly after my brother Dexter. I replied, “My dad is your dad,” referencing the traditional laws that had appointed my stepfather after my biological father’s death. The other man, Tony, burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but smile back, while Mel looked a bit confused before a smile spread across his face too.


After that encounter, I continued on my way, needing to meet friends at work before picking up the kids and grabbing food for the gathering. I felt a twinge of guilt for taking work calls and not having enough time to chat with my friends, which led them to leave before I could catch up.


When I finally arrived at the gathering, it was bustling with spirits and people, creating an atmosphere that felt like a bridge between our world and the next. As I looked around, I noticed that no one had brought drums. I managed to find one that I could warm up, along with a stick. My sister Cher was there, helping me prepare to sing something that would uplift everyone’s spirits. However, I struggled to recall any songs. Then, a fragment of a sundance song came to me, so I began to sing what I remembered. Gradually, I heard some people joining in, their laughter blending with the sound of our voices. But then the song faded away, and soon we were left humming along to the rhythm of the drum


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