Dreams come to Life

Last night I dreamt a lot...I dreamt about my crush, I dreamt about my Dad, I dreamt about my (dream) car and I dreamt about some scenes of my childhood.(in that order). No bad dreams...just random good stuff but it was a very active dream night.

The last dream was about me writing about the dream about scenes from my childhood...and here I am, bringing my dream to life. 

When I dreamt about scenes from my childhood, there was a scene in which my dad fiddled with a knob on the big color TV (the kind that was on a wooden box with a slide door and rested on four long wooden legs) and tapped it a few times and the pictures came on. That was the first time in my life, I watched colored TV.

We had a small black and white TV (it was an Akai TV...does the Akai brand still exist?) that sat on top of the big color TV box and for a long time, I thought the TV box under the black and white TV was just a decoration. It has never come on. Apparently, it had gone faulty and no one has been able to fix the broken part for a long time.

In primary school I had friends who had color TV but they didn't know about black and white so when we talked about what we watched on TV, we all just talked. I also didn't know about color TV so I didn't think that they were seeing something I wasn't. (I guess I was lucky my friends weren't really into fashion and colors, if not, I am sure I would have noticed I was missing something when they mentioned the color of the dress Ruth or Racheal wore in secrets of the sand).

I do not recall what made my dad shake the heavens to make that color TV work that evening (I think it was Sharp brand...I don't recall for sure) but the moment o saw colors I could identify on a TV scream, I was excited beyond measure. I ran to the front of the screen and sat on the floor. I must have behaved like the Bush man from the Gods Must Be Crazy (one of the first films I watched after my dad bought us a VCR) and my Dad allowed me take it all in (he usually didn't let me sit so close to the TV). I don't remember if any of my siblings were there or not. 

The next morning, a Saturday, I woke up and true to culture, I was set to watch Cadbury breakfast television and the series of cartoons that came with it (biker mice from Mars was a favorite). I turned on the color TV and it didn't come on. I called out to my Dad and he tried to fiddle again but it didn't work. The TV had gone bad again. 

My brother turned on the Black and white Akai TV and that loyal little guy sprung to life and showed us nice clear black and white pictures. But for me, it was sad. I knew I couldn't have colored pictures but it didn't stop me from wanting it. 

I still enjoyed the breakfast show but my mind kept putting in color to the bikes and boots and I dreamed of the day the color TV would come alive again.