I had this dream last week that I remembered in detail and have told many people. I’m actually getting tired of repeating it, so I may as well just post it here and refer any friends here who may not have heard it. I realize this is a very vivid dream, but most of my dreams are. I have a theory as to why, but that’s probably for another post.
As I remember it, I was sitting in the living room of a quaint little house with my family, only my family was black and overweight. I kid you not, my Mama was HUGE and I had two or three brothers who all looked like Cedric The Entertainer. While we were waiting for the pizza man to come with our dinner, Mama looked at me and said, “You need to go get me some cigarettes”. I got the distinct feeling that she didn’t know my name. Then she looked at one of my brothers (let’s call him Cedric) and said, “Go get him some money out of my purse”. In telling this story, several friends have taken issue with the fact that whitey wasn’t allowed to go in the purse himself.
So I followed Cedric into the kitchen where he pulled three dollars out of Mama’s purse for cigarettes. Then he pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed that to me also and said, “You also need to get some liquor”. At that point, I got angry and spouted out something unintelligible but nobody paid any attention because now the pizza guy was there. Turns out the pizza guy forgot two meatball sandwiches for Mama and had to go back to the store to get them. I swear to God I am not making this up for comedic effect. This really happened. In my dream. Whatever. I looked at the pizza guy and said, “Hey, since you have to go back anyway, could you stop and pick up some cigarettes for Mama”? The pizza guy mumbled some crap about it being against company policy or something, so I stormed back into the living room. Mama looked at the money in my hand and said, “You don’t need all that for cigarettes”. I explained that one of the Cedrics wanted me to get liquor. Mama ripped into all the Cedrics about buying liquor with her money. When she was done, I asked her what kind of cigarettes I was supposed to get and she said, “Pollies”. I started pitching a fit about the fact that I’d never heard of Pollies and that people were going to think I was nuts when I asked for them. One of the Cedrics said, “They’re Black Pollies and they look like this”. He went in the kitchen and came out with a whole case of cigar tubes labeled “Black Pollies”.
It didn’t occur to me until the next morning when I was brushing my teeth that Mama was sending me out for cigarettes when there was a whole case of them in the kitchen. Anyway, I walked out the door and hopped on my motorcycle. When I stopped at a red light, I noticed the pizza guy in the car next to me. Waving. I flipped him the bird. Then I woke up.
So there you have it. Vivid? Yes. Funny? Yes. But what do it all mean? And what kind of social statement is my subconscious making to my conscience? And also, have any of you out there ever smoked any black pollies?