Decoding A Mother’s Daydream
As Mother’s Day approached, I found myself spending most of the day before congratulating the mothers I knew. It was a pleasant task, but it consumed much of my time as I meticulously searched my phone for the right people to acknowledge. I made sure to avoid names of those I wasn’t certain were mothers, aiming to avoid any potential embarrassment.
Preparation and Exhaustion
The Friday before had been particularly hectic and exhausting due to work, so I decided to reserve Saturday for this task. However, midway through, I realized I needed to stock up on some food items. I promptly headed to the supermarket to get what I needed. Upon my return, my stomach was growling, and I wasted no time in preparing a quick meal. I heated a frying pan, opened two cans of sardines, chopped onions and garlic, added some parsley leaves, RAO’S tomato, and a Maggi Vegetable Cube. Voila! My sauce was ready. I remembered I had some boiled unripe plantains, a dish I particularly enjoy; my lunch was ready in no time.
The Afternoon Dream
After enjoying my meal along with a glass of wine, I decided to lie down on the couch and rest for a while. I cannot say how long it took for me to drift into an afternoon nap, but suddenly, a mysterious dream unfolded.
The Dream Sequence
In the dream, I felt threatened and found myself trying to shout out for help. Strangely, my voice seemed to fail me, even though I could hear people outside who could potentially come to my aid. I found myself repeatedly calling out, “Mama, mama, mama…” But which mama I was referring to, I couldn’t discern. In the dream, I could see my late stepfather and a woman in the distance. The woman was black and didn’t resemble my late mother. It was also not my late white wife, whom I used to call “mama” most of the time when she was alive.
Reflection and Interpretation
The dream left me feeling both amused and troubled. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any message, meaning, or reason behind it. Was it perhaps nature’s way of saying thank you because I had spent the day before congratulating mothers on their special day? As someone whose own mother is no longer alive, I made sure to take a moment to express gratitude and use the occasion as a Remembrance Day for all that these mothers have done for us. Thank you, Mothers.