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Saturday Segments | The Dreamweaver

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I looked up towards the sky and saw a plane spinning out of control.


Seconds later, I saw another airplane making an emergency landing near the shore just meters from where I was standing.


I ran out towards the shore and approached the first group of passengers that had emerged from the water and offered help to a middle-aged man and his young son, saying I would get them food and water.


I sent my daughter to a nearby hotel to see if there were any vacancies and when she came back she said the hotel was full.


I then remembered there was a lodge out in the forest that I was certain had available rooms and I called my friend Aaron Lew on the phone knowing he had gone out that way to a restaurant to meet some friends for dinner and I told him about the plane crash, asking him to reserve as many rooms as possible at the lodge and come back into town to help us.


Earlier, I had been visiting a friend at the hair salon he owned where three young men were reclined at the shampoo sinks. I knew one of the young men and walked over to him joking by saying to my friend who owned the salon that these three young men would all like to have their heads shaved.


Just then, I saw my friend Aaron Lew walking by and knowing he knew the same young man at the shampoo sinks, I told him to come back and say hello, however it appeared that he and the man had long-standing bad blood from our high school days and upon the sight of each other they both became enraged and started throwing punches.


I quickly came between the two, separating them and trying to calm them down, reminding them that their grudges were decade's old and they should bury the hatchet once and for all.

Earlier, I had been in a field where there was a zipline and I wanted to try it so the young girl, the farmer’s daughter, instructed me how to get on the zipline, but I only made it a few hundred yards before it stopped and I had to go back, walking through the field of tall grass as I was attacked by an onslaught of pesky insects.

In another segment, I went looking for a friend who had just come into town and I knew she was studying at a small school, so I first went to her hostel to look for her and when I didn’t see her in the lobby I went looking upstairs in the rooms.


I finally found her room as I had recognized her suitcase and jacket, I looked around for a piece of paper and pen to write her a note. Just then, the angry hostel manager saw me in my friend’s room and, thinking I was a thief, called the police.


I went back to the school and sat down to hear the teacher's lecture, but one of the students, a young dark-skinned Caribbean man, shouted out to the teacher pointing at me saying that I wasn’t a student at the school.


The teacher then took out his phone and called the police despite my telling him I was waiting for my friend who was enrolled in the school and who had asked me to meet her there.


I got up and walked away not wanting to have an altercation with the police.


Then I woke up.

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