The Transit City and the Song I Wanted to Keep

Dream recorded: 10/2/2026

There was something before this. There was a whole other incident that happened.

Me and my son were driving in a vehicle, and the vehicle just disappeared mid-drive.

Like it was a smart vehicle that we allowed to go before us, and it went off the road. There were a whole bunch of cars off the road. Like they just drove off.

Maybe we weren’t in the vehicle before, IDK.

We were waiting on the vehicle to come to us, but it wasn’t.

It was a huge traffic jam.

I told my son to wait.

I went looking, and I saw the traffic jam and all the vehicles.

It was almost like an excursion, a journey that took days. Way too long just to get there, and then days, way too long to get back.

And when I came back, I couldn’t find my son.

So I called his dad.

I couldn’t find him anywhere, and then he appeared, laughing, down in the subway area that I guess I walked to.

It looked like a subway area, but it wasn’t.

It was like a stop, a train stop. A place to move to, almost like transportation hubs. You go in and it goes somewhere else.

He was there before me, so he had already picked the place, and of course it was this almost Japanese-like style kid area.

So many colors and open space and many little games within a building.

We saw a game station he liked, with toys and food he liked.

There was this other man with his kid, and there was this game.

It was a bright, beautiful area, definitely for kids.

And you have to turn this lever, like an arm wrestle.

And I wanted my son to do it.

It seemed easy, like a little knob in the gumball machine.

But this man just wanted to do it for us, saying the knob was too strong.

But it wasn’t, so my son tried.

He got halfway, and it was strong. It turned into a lever.

My son started doing it a little bit, and then the guy with his kid started to help and did it.

And it turned into, like, a bigger game lever with all these different things on it.

And he pulled it, and it got stuck. It wouldn’t go to the end.

And he pushed it even harder, and then he won it for us.

We started walking.

It was like a mall city, but indoor and outdoor.

There was the underground subway area again that took us somewhere else.

I don’t know where we were.

And then the father of my child joined us.

That’s when we saw the tree.

A huge tree.

There was this really big, but sideways big, not tall big, huge branches, off-shaped, big, beautiful tree.

And underneath, there was this table that had grass growing out of the table, and it was so low to the ground to where you would sit Indian style and you would sit at these tables.

We walked by it, not to it.

And then this music came on.

It was so beautiful.

And I was like, “Man, I want that song,” but it was playing like radio.

I can barely remember the lyrics. Something like, “I shall love you. When I find you, I shall love you always.”

The melody was so beautiful.

I wanted to cry.

I was even mad I didn’t come up with this song. I could add it to the studio.

And then it turned into an inside building, and we saw these ladies sitting at the table chatting, gossiping.

The father of my child and us were walking, and there were these women who were sitting at different tables, like a weird rest court.

There were a lot of women, a certain amount to each table.

I was excited because I just bought a home.

I got my vehicle.

He didn’t seem that excited, but he wasn’t upset.

And he looked at one of the tables the women were at and said, “You should buy this show, a family sitcom show.”

Pointing at the women at the table, the father of my child said there hasn’t been a good Black family show or sitcom in a while.

And I was like, “A sitcom. We should do a sitcom, but I have the house.”

And he seemed bitter about the house, and he walked off from me.

He headed to another underground transportation subway area again, but he was walking up the stairs to them this time.

And the ladies were looking at me, scolding, like, “Girl, why is he upset?”

And I said, “He’s upset ’cause I’m excited about my new house. He had one and doesn’t think it’s a big deal at 36.”

And they were like, “36 is not too old to buy a house.”

But I’m not 36. I’m 41.

I don’t know why the dream said 36. That’s when I was pregnant.

And the women looked at me like, “You might want to leave his jealous ass.”

And I smiled at them like I wanted to just stay and gossip.

And then I woke up because my alarm went off.