I keep having the same dream…

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I’m walking through the woods, ok, over these hills and bushes and stuff and I run into my brother.  He’s dead, right, but there he is, asking if I saw “that girl”.  I said I didn’t think so.  “Watch out for her,” he said, ” you won’t recognize her.”  And then he left.

DSCN8942The the dream changes and I was in this cave with my sister, who also happens to be dead, and also this white guy in bondage gear.  Crazy! We’re in the middle of these really intense negotiations that I can’t really remember, BUT  there was another damn thing about some girl, the girl, have you seen this girl??

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I walk, or kind of float into another room and THERE’S THIS GIRL, she’s all bondaged up with iron bands, lying on a stone slab kind of thing, and get this, she says, and I remember this very clearly, she says “I’m not the girl you’re looking for.”  Crap.  At this point I always try to wake up, but I can’t.

DSCN8927Then all of a sudden I’m on some beach, tramping along in the wet sand and then I see her.   But there’s something wrong, she’s much shorter than she should have been, she’s stuck in the sand and all.  She’s half in, half out of the ocean.  She’s changed.

 

 

DSCN8981Then I wake up.

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Ama Ndlovu explores the connections of culture, ecology, and imagination.

Her work combines ancestral knowledge with visions of the planetary future, examining how Black perspectives can transform how we see our world and what lies ahead.