I rarely remember my dreams. The ones I remember are usually filled with so many endless epic activities that can be divided into seasons and episodes.
Most times, I usually run, jump, shoot, crawl and climb walls from the beginning of the dream to when the urge to use the bathroom mercifully wakes me up.
I discovered the vaccine for Covid-19
On many occasions, I have contemplated modifying those dreams to a Nollywood horror blockbuster worthy of cinematic attention, popcorn and coke.
The only recent dream I remember is that I discovered the vaccine for Covid-19 in the basement of my house. I didn’t tell anyone about the dream because my small apartment doesn’t have a basement and I didn’t want my neigbhours to call NCDC to come and examine my covid status in the society.
I forgave myself because I must have watched too much of CNN and Channels television during the lockdown. At a point, I was even freaking out.
Black and Blue Review
I saw “Black and Blue” movie today. It is about how people of color are needlessly profiled and targeted in cities across the United States, all too often resulting in unnecessary and avoidable violence and death.
The movie made me understand the circumstances surrounding George Floyd’s death and the need for a protest of that magnitude. I could feel and empathise with the injustice and unfair treatment that blacks are subjected to.
For the first time in my life, I felt the effect of racism deep down in my bones and I almost puked on my laptop.
Nah. The United States of America isn’t so perfect afterall. It is not topmost on my travel destination any longer. I will pass!
The endless hide and seek of Alicia West and that Malone evil cop reminded me of some of my dreams packaged in form of nightmares.