My mother, father, and (weirdly) Blessed (the little boy my mother sometimes watches from next door...meet him HERE) were going somewhere in Europe. At some point we transferred to a smaller plane, as we were going to some small European city without a major airport.

There was some turbulence, because we were flying in a storm, apparently. The pilot mentioned engine trouble at one point. In the midst of all the commotion, I fell asleep, because I remember waking up, asking if we'd landed yet. We hadn't. Looking out the window, the clouds, rain, and lightning suddenly cleared, and all I could see was water. Our plane began to dive toward a lake that was ahead of us. For some reason, we were extremely relaxed. I can picture my father leaning forward in his seat, peering out the window. I strapped him into his seat belt. Blessed was coloring on the floor, and I strapped him into his seat. My mother sat next to me, and I can picture holding her chest the way a driver in a car would brace a front seat passenger when making a sudden stop.

We were clearly going down. All aboard were oddly quiet, though mortified. We hit water...and bounced. Hit water again, skid on the surface, and then slowly sank.

"Oh shit! We're sinking," I remember (calmly) announcing as we began sinking. I can't picture how many passengers there were clearly, but nobody moved really. A knife appeared and I cut my father from his seat belt. I was about waist deep at this point.

No sign of Blessed.

I helped get my mother out the emergency exit, which was, for some reason, through the ceiling of the cabin.

Back in the cabin, I glanced to my left and saw a child's red sneaker floating in the water. Looking down, I saw Blessed strapped in his seat, underwater, motionless. Snatched him out of the water, got to the surface and laid him out...literally, on TOP of the water. He was non responsive. Somehow I gave that boy CPR, pumped and beat that chest...he coughed up water, and announced, "I made it!" And though the plane was empty by now, I heard applause...?

I can picture my mother laid out, banged up, saying how horrible she felt: we would be missing some exhibit we signed up for in whatever country we were visiting.

My father, true to form, kept mentioning writing a stern letter to the airline's customer service department.

Blessed (who wasn't speaking full, clear sentences last time I'd seen him back in VA) kept announcing, "I made it!"

I cried from joy that I was able to rescue my family. Tired from the day's turn of events, I laid down near the tail of the plane.

And I died.

Then I woke up. Jumped up, actually. Terrified.

And here I am, wide awake at 4:05 am (goddamn Pacific time).

Off to call Mom and Dad.

Good day.


  1. This dream was incredible and should actually provide you with all the affirmation you need that you are on the right track.

    The fact that you died in the end is you letting go of old you. And what bigger sign do you need than a nonverbal child named BLESSED hollerin and shoutin "I made it"???

    I could get all up in this dream, but I will say I see nothing but God working up in it.

  2. AnonymousJuly 24, 2009

    You can't save everyone until you save yourself...

    live your life the way you want to live it...you are BLESSED.


  3. Here are the keyords in the essay:

    13th Amendment, 14th Amendment, 2012 Election, B.E.T., Barack Hussein Obama, Booker T. Washington, Bryant Park, Cipriani's, Colin Powell, Criminal Industrial Complex, Deb Slott, Do The Right Thing, Heidi Klum, Hip-Hop, Mark Penn, Melting Pot, Pink Elephant, Racism, Reconstruction, Robert Johnson, Seal, Segregation, Shelby Steele, Sidney Poiter, Sonia Sotomayor, Spike Lee, Tavis Smiley, Terrence Yang, The Dance Flick, To Kill a Mocking Bird, Virginia Davies, W.E.B. Dubois, Zero Mostel, Politics

    Prologue to Obama 2012

    We approach the future walking backwards, our gaze forever fixated on the past. Predicting the future is not a passive exercise; we invent it every day with our actions.

    I began the sketches for what would ultimately become Obama 2012 in March 2007, a month after Barack Obama declared his candidacy. I had spent much of the previous 18 months living abroad as an entrepreneur and statesman of sorts, and I was slightly out of touch with the pulse of life on the street in the United States. I learnt about Sen. Barack Obama’s Springfield, IL speech formally declaring his candidacy for president of the United States through one of the international cable news channels and thought how great it would be to have a fresh start after years of mediocrity in Washington and a plummeting reputation around the world.

    By September, after what seemed like raising a six-month-old child, my sketches had turned into Why the Democrats Will Win in 2008 the Road to an Obama White House. It was my answer to the burning question everyone had back in March: Can he really win? Actually, not everyone thought it was a question. For many people, including Mark Penn, director of the Clinton campaign, the answer was an easy “no way.” This strategic blunder made it that much easier for the Clinton campaign to be defeated. Then there were Black pundits like Shelby Steele, a fellow at the Hoover Institution, who came out with a 2007 book entitled A Bound Man, Why Obama Can't Win.

    Being Black did seem to be an automatic disqualification, but then why did someone need to write an entire book arguing what should have been patently obvious? Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Colin Powell came to my mind and I remembered that he could have run for president in 1992 as a war hero. But Colin Powell was Ronald Reagan’s protégé and got a special pass on the race question. Black conservatives like Justice Thomas, Condoleezza Rice and Colin Powell were careful to disassociate themselves from liberal thinkers and activists like Jesse Jackson, who lost, as expected, the 1984 and 1988 Democratic primaries. Ultimately, Colin Powell, in spite of all his honors, declined to run for president. His wife Alma feared for his safety. Common sense said that a candidate like Obama, for numerous insurmountable reasons, didn't stand a chance of winning the Democratic primary, let alone a general election in which 10% of the electorate is African American and Republicans controlled the White House for 20 of the preceding 28 years. But I decided that Obama's chances merited a closer examination. In it, I would bring to bear my gambling skills.

  4. New essay "The Gates Affair:Why We Care" yours to publish
    Dear readers and webmasters,

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    Navas S.

    "The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized."

    - 4th Amendment to the The Constitution of the United States of America


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