Introduction

Just a few months ago I dreamt I was in Havana, Cuba. For some reason I had been summoned by none other than the great leader of the Cuban revolution, Fidel Castro. The dream was some communication, although the words we exchanged were silent and hidden. This is my dream journey to Cuba. This is my night time consultation with the Castro brothers. I felt I had something important to convey.

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As I Slept

In my slumber I imagined I was in Cuba. I found myself in a classroom with school tables and chairs lined up neatly. It was noon and the room was bright. Standing in the front was Raoul Castro. I was seated at one table, with Fidel Castro, and we were chatting. I was telling him something. It must have been important but no words could I apprehend. My message was sent by telepathy.

As we chatted Raoul was scribbling it all down on the whiteboard at the front.

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Smack, I Swipe You

Fidel took umbrage at what I told him.  Something I said he did not want to hear. Suddenly, he took a swipe at me with his fist. His fist seemed to pass right through me. I seemed to be a disembodied presence rather than how I am – a man. He was punching a ghost who was bringing him an uncomfortable home truth.

I felt he was having a playful swipe at me, though, for he grinned from ear to ear. All the while Raoul was writing what we were saying, in a flow diagram, on his whiteboard.

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A Second Cuban Dream

This dream journey I am recalling contains also a second dream that I had just last week. I was back in Havana again. The strange thing about my dreams is I am always able to remember the setting of the dream. It seems the dreams have an inbuilt locator-tag. That tag enables me to remember where it has all happened. In this dream I met the people.

Cubans seem a jovial lot. I was lucky to have a guide, this time, showing me the city. Havana has a run-down feeling. The people in the dream seemed well dressed, however, and they were very pleased to meet me. Once again, I was chatting in that mysterious silent dream-language. It impossible to tell what I said but it felt nice.

When I woke from both these dreams what struck me was the vital nature of it all. I felt they were dreams that transmitted some deep understanding. This is why my Cuban dream journeys hold a sense of accomplishment and joy. 

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