She starts asking me if I remember sitting there in that spot on the side of the road and watching the soldiers walking by. I'm dumbfounded. How would she know about soldiers at her age. I want her to continue so I said, "No, remind me." She starts telling me that we were brothers and lived in the house we do now, but we were black and not that happy. We sat right there and discussed life in general as we watched the soldiers going by and said that if we do get to come back we are coming back as white women as they seem to be the ones that have it easiest (yeah, right).


I don't know what to make of it, but it seems so comfortably right to me. This also helps me understand a terrible dream I had for years. In the dream I am a black person and I'm crying horribly and saying, "They shot him! They shot him! They shot the great man!" I am sick to my very soul over Lincoln being asssasinated and I wake soaked with tears. My husband used to be very frightened for me. I wouldn't ever be able to watch the Civil War special TV because it would make me sick.

After the discussion with my little girl, for whatever reason I never had another terrible dream. Maybe all I needed was confirmation. Who knows, but this is all true and I wonder what will be next.

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