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Dreams and reality are opposites. Action synthesizes them.
―Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography
I dream often. Mostly when I’m sleeping, but sometimes when I am awake, too. My dreams are lucid. Sometimes they are of things to come. I’ve been told that I have premonitions. My best friend calls me a seer. Who knows. I see a lot. I dream a lot. Once I dreamed that I was lying in a casket. It was one of the scariest dreams I’ve ever had. There I was standing outside of my body looking down at myself—lifeless—in a box. I could hear the screams of my mother loudly. My grandmother, too. It was scary. I could not speak to those I loved, and they could not speak to me. When I awoke, tears ran down my face. I realized that my dream could be a reality at any given moment.
