For some reason I was smuggling a Kenyan woman into the US to reunite her with her husband. I think her name was Margaret. We made it into the country and sneaked into the high school where he taught choir. He did not know that we were coming.
He wore a tam o’shanter, push broom moustache, and a Mr. Rogers sweater vest. All unusual for a Kenyan expatriate. The choir was composed entirely of white high school kids, but they were singing a traditional Kenyan song.
Upon entering the room, Margaret and her husband rushed to each other in bliss. The choir spontaneously encircled us singing loudly. I was overcome with emotion and collapsed on the floor in laughter and tears. I awoke from this dream with a profound happiness.
Dream of Toby Lunn, 5 July 2007
