October 17, 2020.
I didn’t know where I was, but somehow I was at a bus stop waiting to go somewhere. A red SUV pulled up at my feet, and the tinted glass rolled down. It was a black lady with the kindest trustworthy facial demeanor. She asked if I wanted a ride because she was going into the city. I told her sure. So, I hoped next to her, and she drove off.
I do not know which city in which country, but she drove, and we talked about school and work. Her phone rang, and she answered. Then, she turned to me and said, “I have to stop by her family for a little while, is that okay with you?” I told her that I did not mind because I was not in any rush. So, she drove up to a metal gate and honked her horn. In seconds, someone opened the gate, and she drove up a winding graveled road to what looked like a community.
She parked the car and got out. I stayed inside to wait until she got back. To my surprise, a group of people came out running towards her. A little boy came up to her, and she bent over and kissed him, probably her son. They were so happy. The smiles on their faces showed that they were excited to see her. The men bowed, and the ladies curtsied. There I sat looking at this exchange.
She was wearing this blue dress that was long to her ankles with decorations of what looked like a cultural symbol of some tribal motif or traditional attire. Then two men showed up with a large decorated cake, and it said, “Happy Birthday, My Princess.” On the side of the cake was a little trough made of metal like tin. A woman poured a little bit of water in the trough and, “Princess” washed the tips of her fingers in the water and took a piece of the cake and ate it.
Everyone burst out singing and dancing. I took out my phone to record the celebration, and someone said, “No, it is against the culture to film.” I sat there and watched as they took away the cake. Princess came to my side of the car and asked me if I would like to follow her inside as her guest. I said, “Oh, sure.” I stepped out of the car, and there was this beautiful house like a palace with three floors; the bottom has these majestic round pillars that loomed upward to the roof. I took up my pocketbook, and she told me that I do not need it and that it will be safe if left in the car. I walked with them as the celebration continued, and just as they opened the door to the palace, I woke up from the dream.
Please share with me your interpretation of this dream. I am curious.