I had a significant dream tonight. I am at a Rebar, Las Vegas. It’s completely emptied inside. There is nobody in there besides me, not even a bartender in sight, just this one man who is sitting at the bar, a man who ‘is always there, he never leaves.’ Even though this whole situation is a bit bizarre, I feel very good and like everything is finally alright. Me and the devil, finally alone, so we can have a word without interference from others.
I am about to approach the mysterious stranger, whom I actually know very well, because ‘he has always been there’ when another man shows up from nowhere. An old black dude in dark glasses, with a fanny pack waltzes in between us. He is dressed in old Southern ethnic clothes and he is in no way tryna hide who he is – it’s Papa Legba. He also hangs around here nearly always because he is the local dealer. He pitches me that ‘he’s got all the goodies’ and whether I need something. Feeling this deep contentment inside, I am certain I do not need anything from his sack, but then I think about it twice and I am like, ‘You got some Xanax?’ And he does, and I have enough money to pay, and a little left on top of it, which also feels good. The dream ends.
Funny thing is, I did petition Legba the traditional way, for road opening and good fortune when I came in Las Vegas a year ago. I received all the omens, did the proper way, but nothing happened. I don’t know why it took Papa Legba a year to get to me, but I guess with interference from time-traveling aliens and temporal magic, things can get seriously out of whack…
Also, a big note on sanity. If you are to meet the devil, you better have all of your ducks in a row. Do not come into Sin City with the Mark of Self-Undoing shining on your forehead. The Angels will just mess with you, and you will have to keep coming back until you figure out…
