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I dream a lot, but my dream last night was an unusual one…

There were people lining a sort of a street about twenty persons deep, and I was one of them.
The atmosphere was fantastic – a bit like London’s Notting Hill or New Orleans’ Mardi Gras
carnivals.

The stage was the gap – the roadway, if you like – between the crowds that faced one another.
Performers were taking it in turns to do their thing over a stretch of about fifty metres.
A tall, gangly, thin old black man, who vaguely reminded me of a bald Chuck Berry stopped in
front of me as he was doing his act, and said, ” It’s your turn! The people want to hear your
song!”

My Song

“I don’t have a song”, I replied, to which, he took me by the wrist, and said, “Everyone has a
song”.

He led me by the wrist up the gap between the two crowds dancing – walking as people do in
joyous processions frequently glancing at me and all the while smiling at me and the crowds.
I was very shy, not embarrassed, but I didn’t know what to do

I began to hum, and then sing words that I thought only he could hear. He encouraged me, and
the onlookers seemed to do so too.

Slowly, I started to sing slightly louder. The spectators could not have heard me, but they smiled
and moved rhythmically, swaying to and fro.

Singing My Song in My Dream Last Night

As I gained confidence, my song grew louder. I stumbled over some of the words and phrases,
but it didn’t seem to matter… people were on my side, and I loved them, and my old guide, for it.
I woke up before I finished singing my song, but I still had the words running around my brain.

It was Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds.

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