Dreams dreams dreams....

Dreams can come true, and oh, sometimes we dream and we don't want it to come true!

Last night I had a dream, one of those that you really can't believe you have dream't...In any case, how did it come close to my mind?

So here I was, I can't remember where, when suddenly I hear Julie Gichuru is looking for me...What? Me? No, it must be a mistake....and then she was like, oh, so you are...Word has gone round that you are the best presenter around, and we needed to hire someone chap chap....No, at this point of the dream, you are telling yourself, wake up, this is not real, I have NEVER wanted to be a presenter...why can't it be like, We are looking for the best writers and political analysts and it suddenly occurred to us that we could use your services... that would be better...

Bad dream, and I finally woke up, and it has not happened. Well, thinking about it, being a presenter is not a bad job....what with the rumors about some salaries these presenters earn...but I must give a thumbs up to most journos...that job can be stressing, everyday you have to come up with something new, trust me, from my days in a leading media house, where you need to produce a newspaper daily, it can be pretty stressing, but I still loved the adrenalin of working in media...but of course, not the harassment of being known by every Tom, Dick and Kamau, or the speculation with things the public should care less about.

Back to dreams that come true or don't. I once dream't I was on a holiday in Egypt, lying next to the ocean, sipping juice in a long stemmed glass, enjoying the sun while dressed in a yellow bikini, trust me, I did not want to wake up!

Between High school and University, I once dream't that I had gone to India for my University education...well, this one never came true. It was in those days when If you didn't make it to public University, your next option would be to go to India...or other such places. I made it to UON, but somehow I wish I had gone to India, and experienced life in another continent.

Then I dream't I had two sons...one was light skinned, and very intelligent, yet I loved him less. The other was dark skinned, and not well endowed intellectually, yet I loved him the most! Worst of all in this dream, I had died, and I was watching how my two sons would cope without me. Of course, the elder light skinned one did a remarkable job bringing up his brother, in this cute little house I had built overlooking the shores of Lake Victoria, set on a hill near the new tarmac road that connects Lwanda K'Otieno to Bondo...near Ramba. The only part I wish to come to in this dream....owning that pretty house on the hill.

Dreams, dreams, dreams....dreams.