June 13

I was not afraid as I stood in Mrs. Uju presence to tell her about my strange dream, but my lips were trembling and my chest was heaving. I wanted to go back to the dream so I could understand more about the dream and why I was being chased by a street gang that I had nothing to do with. But I knew I couldn't do that. I knew it was safe for me to be in the real world, standing in front of Aunty Matilda's friend and telling her about my experience than running away from a group of people with desires to hurt me.

"I am running late for work," Mrs. Uju said impatiently. "Do you still want to tell me about your dream?"

I nodded.

"What is stopping you from telling me?"

"Fear! Terror! I don't know exactly what is stopping me from telling you. Give me some time," I said.

I watched as Mrs. Uju relaxed her bones as she waited for me to spill out what had made me to scream by five o'clock. I began my dream by telling her how I found myself in the midst