Dreams Or A Memory? Poem by Cynthia Long

Woke up in another time in place
Somewhere in Louisiana in the 16-1700’s
I have maids, and I’m wearing a
Black hat and a black and white dress
And I have dark hair and eyes
I am short and small build
My husband seems to be
An important man
And he sails to other lands
Our home is made of stone
And I think we live right next to
An ocean or lake, which is the place
My husband sails from
our home use to be where
There are now above ground tombs
In another dream I’m in Indiana
I live on land with a big farm home
Not sure what year it is could be
1940’s or earlier
And land that is enough for
Livestock and crops that I feel
Will one day become a small City airport
my husband is away at work
Perhaps in another town
I see a twin tornado as I’m taking
The garbage across the dirt road
I feel this area is where an airport
For a small community was eventually
Built. I have a small child about 3 years
Old I think and she has blonde hair
My next dream was where I was leaving
Another country on a small dirty bus
This feels like it could have been
the late 1950's or 1960's
I was alone and fleeing my country
I was related to someone who was a bad man
But someone was helping me
I think I came to the United States
All these dreams are confusing to me they leave me with a lot of unanswered questions, but aren't dreams supposed to do that anyway?