I recently had a dream where I was at a thrift store. i was standing outside, when a black man in the store came out to speak with me. he seemed to know about me and almost be interrogating me for some reason. he began discussing his personal investigations into some Ugandan indigenous group that practices a form of spirituality, i don’t know. he was also talking about cocaine smuggling. dreams are weird.
as he was talking, i looked over and a troop of hairy, short people - hair so long you couldn’t see much else but legs and arms, walking into the store. they had backpacks on and in the backpacks, soil with trees planted. trees young enough to be still small, but reaching up into the air for sure. it was so bizarre and hilarious.
everyone in the thrift store was african american. it was just really interesting and strange. of course i am not sure why i am posting this here and feel it was because i ate a CBD cookie before sleeping.
sidenote : i am intrested in learning about conjure, hoodoo and educating myself on african diasporic religions but am already involved in one path already. it was just strange. i suppose i need to begin learning about these authentic and inspiring traditions.
what do you think?