Carmen in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania writes:

Recently, I had the most bizarre dream, and I can’t get it out of my head. In the dream, I was sitting in someone’s house with a male friend of mine. The house belonged to his friend, someone I had never seen. I sat facing the door, and to my left, sitting between me and my friend, was another man. The man quietly conversed with my friend when he suddenly grabbed my arm and started to grope me—almost managing to rape me. He said that my friend sold me to him. I got away and ran naked out of the house, trying to cover myself as much as I could.

I arrived at an intersection where there were some festivities happening. On one corner, men and women were dressed in white, chanting and dancing like in a Santeria/spiritual ritual. On another corner, a blind man was telling people about their future. As I stood there, not understanding what was going on, I heard the “Santerios” call out my full name. I turned to look at them, and then the blind man called out my name, too. But there was a woman on the third corner of the intersection that called my name so softly it came across like a whisper. I walked over to her. She was a beautiful black lady dressed in white with a red handkerchief on her head. She grabbed both my hands and started to cry and said, “My poor baby, always a mistress and never a wife.” She looked at the palm of my hand and added, “The spirit of Jezebel will always be attached to you,” and she began to cry even harder. She laid one hand on my forehead and began to pray and chant in a foreign language. I felt something consume me, and then I woke up. Read the rest of this entry »