September 05, 2004
A walk down the street on September 5, 2004
Last night's dream once again had multiple parts. This case there were four parts. Hard as I could try to remember them, I could only remember two. The first part was just so complicated and I was so lazy in getting out of bed and writing it down I fear it's lost. The third part I can't remember either, no matter how hard I tried to recite it.
That leaves the second and the fourth parts. There is a very simple reason for this. They're both similar.
The second part took place on a darkened street. It carries the characteristics of King Street in Charleston and 12th Avenue in Regina. It was about 11pm at night. I was walking down the left hand side of the street. Walking away from Broad St in Regina, or walking away from Calhoun St in Charleston. It had the buildings from Charleston and was about as dark as Regina. It didn't have the palmetto trees of King Street and didn't have the prostitutes of 12th Avenue. The street was about as wide as 12th Avenue, but didn't have the traffic of Chareston. There was the heat and humidity typical of a Charleston night, instead of a cool Regina night. I don't remember what I was wearing. I do remember I was wearing my comfy Dr. Scholl's brown shoes.
The fourth part continues down the very same darkened street described in the above paragraph. Except now there were people either looking for a party to go to, another bar to go to, or were heading home. They all looked well dressed. There was a black man wearing a red, white and black jersey, slightly loose black jeans and a backwards white baseball cap. I had my hands in my pockets and walked through the middle of the crowd. The black dude was playing with his fists at me and caught a fist in the crook of my arm. After carrying his fist in my arm for a little bit, I lifted my arm and continued my way home. I didn't lose my pace and I didn't turn back. I didn't think he would jump me.
I used to live with my sister and nephew on 12th Avenue up until 1999. I would take the bus from the University of Regina up until the corner of Broad and 12th, then I would walk the rest of the way home. I didn't start driving in Regina until around 1997.
On the evening of September 3, 2004, I was walking down King Street towards Kickin' Chicken (Where my favorite Raggae band, Ras Bonghi, was playing) and I walked between four tall black men who pushed me a bit. I called out back to them "Whatever".
That leaves the second and the fourth parts. There is a very simple reason for this. They're both similar.
The second part took place on a darkened street. It carries the characteristics of King Street in Charleston and 12th Avenue in Regina. It was about 11pm at night. I was walking down the left hand side of the street. Walking away from Broad St in Regina, or walking away from Calhoun St in Charleston. It had the buildings from Charleston and was about as dark as Regina. It didn't have the palmetto trees of King Street and didn't have the prostitutes of 12th Avenue. The street was about as wide as 12th Avenue, but didn't have the traffic of Chareston. There was the heat and humidity typical of a Charleston night, instead of a cool Regina night. I don't remember what I was wearing. I do remember I was wearing my comfy Dr. Scholl's brown shoes.
The fourth part continues down the very same darkened street described in the above paragraph. Except now there were people either looking for a party to go to, another bar to go to, or were heading home. They all looked well dressed. There was a black man wearing a red, white and black jersey, slightly loose black jeans and a backwards white baseball cap. I had my hands in my pockets and walked through the middle of the crowd. The black dude was playing with his fists at me and caught a fist in the crook of my arm. After carrying his fist in my arm for a little bit, I lifted my arm and continued my way home. I didn't lose my pace and I didn't turn back. I didn't think he would jump me.
I used to live with my sister and nephew on 12th Avenue up until 1999. I would take the bus from the University of Regina up until the corner of Broad and 12th, then I would walk the rest of the way home. I didn't start driving in Regina until around 1997.
On the evening of September 3, 2004, I was walking down King Street towards Kickin' Chicken (Where my favorite Raggae band, Ras Bonghi, was playing) and I walked between four tall black men who pushed me a bit. I called out back to them "Whatever".
