A theory of Allegorical names: 100 dreams of 100 famous people

Oprah Winfrey (Talk Show Host, USA)

I was at home washing the dishes and then she came in through the kitchen door. She sat down on the only chair that was behind me. I went to her and knelt down on the floor to talk to her. She was wearing a blue jean skirt, khaki t-shirt with a small handbag across her shoulders and had a water bottle in hand. She looked tired like she had been walking for a long period.

“Waitsi” she started to explain in my language.

“I beat him sometimes, otherwise he’ll never come right’ she said.

“Who“ I asked.

“Him, my son” she responded.

” The one you adopted?” I asked.

“Yes” she said.

“What’s his name again?” I asked

Then we heard voices and looked up to find that that there were other people in the room. There were three women sitting on chairs on our left. One of them was holding a baby and the fourth chair amongst them was empty. They were talking and as we were trying to find out what they were saying. Everything disappeared and suddenly it was just the two of us, sitting outside.

Behind us was a huge hill, then we heard a loud noise coming from our right. We looked and saw a huge flood coming towards us. Then I said to Oprah, “Those floods are coming this way, but it’s not a problem they won’t come here. In Cape Town they built two walls so no matter what happens they won’t affect us” Then she stood up and we started running. Then the floods changed into an earthquake, suddenly the ground came apart from where the floods were to enclose us. It was like someone was digging a huge hole around to close us in. We stopped and looked at each other surprised.

“Quick, come with me, I know where we can hide”

Then we heard people talking. They were riding horses and coming towards us and couldn’t reach us because of the giant hole between us.

“It’s the Egyptians, Oprah do something” I said. 

Then I heard my cell phone ring and started to search my pockets.I woke up to find that it was really ringing. It was my daughter, she wanted to know if I was coming to pick her up after school.  

 Dr Phil McGraw (Psychologist) Jay McGraw (son)                                    07/07/2012

It was 07/07 and was birthday. I heard a knock on my bedroom door and woke up. I opened it to find Dr Phil and his son Jay standing outside next to a huge green chest of drawer wrapped in a red ribbon and wished me happy Birthday.  

   
   Morgan Tsvangirai (Prime Minister, Zimbabwe)                                          15 I 05 I 2010

Morgan was sitting with a man in a room and Robert Mugabe was standing at the door and asking if he could talk to them. They were sitting talking and Robert asked their opinion about an issue and he wanted to know if the idea would work.

They responded by telling him he idea needed amending and he agreed with them by telling them he was of the same idea too. The idea did need amending and asked them to work on it. Morgan agreed and responded “Yes Mr President”

After he left I saw a woman reporter in the south, and he was interviewing another woman who was complaining about Morgan, She was saying that he lived alone ever since his wife passed away in a car accident.

Then she said “the problem, is that everybody sleeps there” she said. “Everybody who’s anybody sleeps there.’

The reporter went on to interview five more people and they all said the same thing “Everybody sleeps there” 

Then I saw Morgan again sitting in his room in a brown sofa and he was being interviewed, He was sitting answering questions facing the East.

   
Robert Mugabe (President, Zimbabwe)

I was at home in Pretoria. It was during the day and a man in his early 30’s came. He greeted me and I asked him who he was. “I’m Robert” he said.

“You’re Robert Mugabe’s son” I said.

“I brought you these” he said and then he gave me a big gold watch, jewellery and lots of paper money.

Then a big green and yellow came, and turned around the corner approaching us. It was Bishop Barnabus Lekganyane and he had come to fetch him.

He parked next to us and said to young Robert. “You need a lift to go back home?

Then we said our goodbye and he got into the car and they left.

 Tshepo Tshola, aka the Village Pope (Musician, SA)

I was sitting at a coffee shop at the airport reading a magazine. People came out of a terminal and he walked towards me. He was wearing a khaki coat with a rod in hand.

He said down on the other chair and asked me if I was ready. 

I showed him the music I’d written, and then he took the book and looked at it.

Then gave it back to me and said “Ok let’s go.” 

© florence.shoko 2012