I’ve never been one to wake up from a dream but a few moments ago I found myself in just that scenario. I don’t want to get into the grit of it all but I’ll say this… I experienced my own death and it brought me back to life. These last few months have been hard for Kaba because I’ve been forced to be attentive else where. Living in a foreign country on a student visa requires me to be a student full time and then some.
Before falling asleep I prayed to the universe. I put my manifestation out there. To be a painter who can thrive off their work. I don’t know what to make of my dream in all truth but I feel like somehow that dream was a different me, in a different universe.
I’m very sweaty. I might have had too much to drink last night. I got dinner with a new friend and then went to a magicians bar.
