Good morning Prophet.
Accept my condolences.
1. I was reading my dream interpretation from a book, some places were in bold. On a blank space was written NEXT in colour other than black and white. I kept dancing that my dreams were interpreted.
2. Not clear. I remember sitting in the front seat of a green jeep on a ride. Later I was trecking but was ashamed of what people would say seeing I was in a car. It was my workplace area.
3. I found myself in an area I cannot clearly remember what happend but most people there were youths...I was carrying clean water on my head...I told a man to get me something I kept on a staircase, one of them a List...I picked somethimg like the List from the ground. It was written on a white sheet in blue ink...a lady directed me to the house where I would keep the water.
4. It was like a movie, a lady called in another lady...they were friends to eachother. They quarrelled. I found myself washing some fresh small yams, they were muddy and for diabetic patients. I also thought of 'merrybell' and I believed it to be rice for diabetic patients.
5. Where I once lived with my bereaved sister and family, I cooked white yam, served some people and kept some for myself. A lady I know washed clothes, she was living as a maid servant with someone and recounted that her father served someone, she too and that she has traced her family history and seen that it had been so. Somehow her father called her telling her of her master's complaints about her. He begged her to endure and not leave. But the woman kept lamenting saying she ought to pray. A young man who seem squatting with a family in same yard but doing the works of a manservant for them also lamented on his own that he hadn't been able to save, no house... The lady on her part said that this Serving-man of a thing in her family line is a cause and ought to be broken. I imagined myself acting out the lady's situation. I was crying and asking what we did or whom we offended to incur such a curse.
6. A woman unhooked our gate and badged into our compiound. One of my brother's wife kept asking her what she wanted but she kept smiling. She brought out some eggs from her load and I asked if she was going to exchange them with our fowl's she still didn't answer. She entered our fowl poultry and our wife and I started to make mockery of her not responding to our questions. In the farm next to our house a girl spread lots of bitter leaves in such a way that everyone could see. I too was washing maybe bitter leaves. The woman visitor seemed to turn into a fowl pecking our fowls and I chased her away. The visitor gathered some green leaves and forcefully threw them on my back. I got up, held her neck and tried to strangle her but ended up warning her and she left. Inside mama scolded me for trying to strangle someone but was surprised when she heard it was the visitor who first looked for my trouble. She insisted my action was wrong and asked if I would still be going for condolence visit with her to the visitor's place, I refused saying the visitor might want to fight me seeing it's her place. Mama said I shouldn't worry since she would be with me but I still didn't want to go.
7. I was with my bereaved sister in bed. We had a baby who kept falling. The last fall on the floor it sustained a bump on its head...my sister saw a menthol and said she like it but didn't have the money to buy so she bought Robb. I asked how much it was she said a thousand and...I decided within me to buy it for her. She started listing some beverage drinks in tall bottles she wanted to buy. She had butter and I searched to see where it was written Blue Band for that was what she called it. I told her the products outside Nigerian were better than the ones same producers gave us in Nigeria. I tried distinguishing between butter and magerine but she said hers was butter. She either started praying or dressing up but I remember she was half naked and about to apply cream, I left her.
8. Like I was still leaving with my deceased in-law. He walked in and I was still yet to cook. He complained. Next I was peeling some fresh cassava and over heard him telling a man I know that from the huge amount I was given to purchase items for events, either for his burial or the marriage of his daughter, I did account and returned just two thousand naira balance. He said as I was buying for them I was buying mine too. I was so hurt that I started to cry at the accusation. The scene became our workplace. A colleague below my rank and someother persons interviewed some colleagues, I don't remember being among. They discussed that someone below their rank should interview them but that it probably might be newest rule in our workplace. Some people visited and my deceased in-law asked me to get them fresh coconuts I refused. I tried to express my hurt over what he accused me of but mama woke me up because she heard my cry.
Thank you and God bless you.