I was “dream-wakened” by the TAP-TAP-TAP of something or someone on the window. When I opened my eyes, it was dark. So dark that at first I thought that I was possibly blind-folded or in a small room with no windows. I was disoriented, and unsure where I was, other than I soon recognized that I was in my car.
As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I realized I was parked under some type of pier or bridge. The frantic TAP-TAP-TAP was the sound of a guy, who was attempting to wake me by “knocking” on my driver’s side window with what looked like it may have been a pipe.
-first, let me start by stating I am not a racist individual. I am only including the details of the dream so that if something similar happens, or I see someone who is similar in looks to the persons I describe, I have as accurate of a record of the person in the dream to which I can compare the person I saw in person-
Being startled and somewhat disoriented, I looked to my left, to see a tall, heavily muscled African-American man in tattered clothes. He had on worn clothing, which was somewhat dirty and tattered. It looked like a “pirate shirt”, long sleeves that had significantly more “puff” to them than a typical button up shirt that one might wear with a suit.
His jeans were dirty, and torn in many places. His face appeared weary, bags beneath his eyes, deep creases in his forehead and jowels, indicating long-term stress and hardship. His eyes were wide, and yellowed, as if he had minor jaundice. His face had the appearance of anger, even though his body’s posture did not.
TAP-TAP-TAP! I lowered the window a bit, possibly about 1/3 of the way. and the man spoke. “Hey, man, can you give me your towel?”
I was confused; did I even HAVE a towel? Why would he knock on a window of a RANDOM vehicle to ask for a towel? With his PIPE object he had been smacking my window with he points towards my back seat, and says, “TOWEL mother-f*ck*r! ARE YOU DEAF?” (at this point he sounded exactly like Samuel L. Jackson.
I slowly peered around around my seat into the floorboard of the car. There was a rumpled, faded, old bath towel on the floorboard. It looked as if it was once royal blue. I reached behind the seat, grabbed the towel and handed it to him through the opening in the window.
He then stepped to the side, set down the pipe he had used to tap on my window, and wrapped the towel around a small young girl around the age of 3 or 4. The little girl also had on worn clothes and wore an expression of despair.
I asked them if they had eaten anything recently, and the young girl spoke. “No we don’t have any food. We don’t have a house either.”
I turned to my backpack in the passenger side floorboard and pulled out food from my back pack. (sleeve of crackers, a few trailmix bars, two bottles of water) and a small package of hand sanitizer wipes.
Then my phone alarm sounded, waking me up before I handed these to them.
This dream got me to thinking this morning… why is it, that there are so many people that will feed and/or take-in a dog or cat who is on the streets, homeless, but they look upon a human with utter disgust?