I was working in this small family restaurant, my family knows their family, and we would all sit and eat together when the "lunch hour rush" is over. A young black man came in and waved towards the direction where we were sitting at. My boss asked me if I knew him, which I didn't but his presence made me remember this odd old dream.
And so the dream goes...
I'm sitting outside a white corridor with a wooden bench that has been bolted to the walls. The look reminds me of a hospital or school's corridor. I don't know where I'm at and I feel "lost" sitting there on the bench. Why am I there? Where am I? Where was I prior to sitting on this bench? Because all I knew was me and this white hallway and the bench I'm sitting on. I'm just aware of the moment.
A young black man comes up to me like he knew me; he waved to me and greeted me like an old friend that I should know. I just stared at him wondering why is he acting like this. I said to him, " I'm sorry who are you?" With this response he seem genuinely sad and was just looking into my eyes wanting to see a little trace of remembrance or recollection.
That guy that came into the restaurant caused me to remember this odd little dream that I have forgotten until now.
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