I DON’T KNOW what sweet dreams are made of. Annie Lennox and those of you who have sweet dreams are lucky. Every time I lay me down to sleep, my mind runs wild, ‘tho my snooze is deep. A sneeze roused me on Wednesday night; and thought I’d share this dream with you, so you could tell me what you think.
I was at Grantley Adams International Airport and it was time to check in. Mike Thornton from Express Hardware asks me to “take a box of pork to his friend, Andrew”. I oblige and he lifts the box onto the scales to check-in. Two black puppies appear in my hands and LIAT grants me permission to take them with me, easy so. Location changes.
We are now at a strange airport, where passengers must step on to conveyor belts and sit back, so that they can go through the detector machines. I can’t sit back properly, so I lie on my back, but there is a point where the conveyor reaches the ceiling and I start falling. I fall on to the lower conveyor belt which transports luggage and I see the ‘pork-box’ with my name affixed.
Suddenly, two wild boars burst out of the box and start snorting, running towards me. I frighten. I run to my car, which so happens to be inside the airport. On the way, I see Sagicor’s Marguerite Estwick, Senator Professor Velma Newton and some UWI law lecturers smiling and waving to me. The puppies reappear in my hands, yelping because they’re probably hungry by now.
I log on to yelp.com to find a good restaurant. “Lucky Horseshoe, fifty feet away,” the website claimed. On my way there, I see our Prime Minister and we begin line-dancing to Boom Shakalaka by Apache Indian. We jump on to a horse to get to the restaurant, but the wild boars come charging towards us. The PM is a nimble jockey and he deftly dodges the boars. We arrive safely, but as soon as we get inside, Malik throws black pepper into the air and I experience a sneezing fit.
I went to my trusted friend, Margaret Bullard, to get an interpretation To this dream. These are her words:
Don’t take packages for friends when flying, unless you open them first. Send a photo of a yard fowl to Andrew Bynoe. Don’t feed your dogs pork. We will soon see LIAT’s service getting better, with Barbados as its primary hub. You need rest because you are too tired to keep up with those around you. Rest assured, even though you don’t practise law, your lecturers all know that you appreciate their contributions to your life. Pay your Sagicor health insurance on time. The Prime Minister can dance. You are happy for Sean (Apache) Carter’s Bank on Me win. Be wary of two bikers riding on the wrong way down the highway from Bussa. Do not cook while listening to Malik. That is why your cooking is so “Fuh Cup”.
Veoma Ali is an author, broadcaster, advertising exec and most important, a karaoke lover.