In October of 2000, I began my 7 years in Cuba. The first year was called “preparatorio”, or, preparatory year. We were to learn Spanish to enable us to study our various disciplines.
It was on October 10, 2000 that I had the following dream:
There was terrible weather. I saw utility poles thrown to the ground by strong winds. The sky was a dark grey. It reminded me of a hurricane passing through a Caribbean island. In addition to this, I sensed there wasn’t only physical destruction, but also unrest. Though it reminded me of a big storm on a Caribbean island, somehow, I knew it was happening all over the world.
Then I was taken underground. It was dark, but not pitch. It was very calm. What I saw disturbed me; there were various public service workers waiting to take over. I understood that they were to replace those above ground. I saw the Pope, police officers, and other officials straightening their ties. They looked very serious and were in a state of readiness. I was taken above again, and the contrast was distinctly shown: chaos above and calm below.
Suddenly, I heard an urgent call in Spanish, “ Todo de pie, todo de pie! A la marcha!” (Everyone get up! Get up! To the procession!) This voice scared me very much. It sounded like I was called to participate in something against my will. Whatever it was, it was mandatory. That scared me.
When I woke up, I realized that the voice was real, and there was someone calling the students to the marcha in celebration of Independence Day.
I remember the fear that took hold of me. The idea of being forced to do something instead of being given a choice greatly disturbed me.
I believe the dream was telling me what was going to happen in the near future, and the distress I felt was going to be the experience of many.
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