It was night and I was trodding through the deep rich forest of Jamaica and as I broke through an open, there was a space with lots of black people speaking and singing in their native African tongue. I could'nt make out what they were saying but the music and atmosphere was pure magic! Some of them had their hair wrapped, and others were wearing long dresses like what rich white americans and canadians wore in those days. Some of the other women wore African dresses, and there were lots of preparation of food going on, and lots of cooking in the open air on traditional wood fires and dancing. They were extremely happy with not a care in the world, it was breath-taking to watch. I was very vexed when I woke up as I wanted the dream to last longer, because I wanted to taste the sweet smelling delicious food that they were cooking, and also was getting ready to ask them about the language that they were speaking.