Last Night I Dreamt I was a Refugee

“Last night I dreamt I was a refugee.” Michaelle Tauson, stepping into the imaginary shoes of those who have faced this perilous journey across ocean and those who may yet still. It doesn’t surprise me that Michaelle would dream this way. I am moved along with her, by the tragedy of our global refugee crisis.

3 Women 3 Journeys

Last night I dreamt I was a refugee.

I was offered an opportunity by a stranger, “leave with us or stay here and die. If you go with us, you may also die, but you may also make it to safety and have a future. If you stay here, there is no future. And if you die, at least you die trying to survive, here you are a victim.”

Making the decision was the hardest part. They said I could never come back if I got on the boat, they said there was no way back home. There was not even enough time to say goodbye; if I did not make it safely to shore, my family would never know what had become of me.

I was in love in my dream, and I knew I could never see my lover again, and it filled me with agony and distress…

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