Warami Diary,

I had the most AMAZING dream last night.

My thoughts drifted away slowly as my pillow turned into a cloud. My dark eyelids started to form a picture, a picture of a perfect place.

I was in a yarning circle, talking to rocks. Rocks with all the colours from a rainbow. The seats were a black background with white, red and yellow dots. They were as katjeri as a sunrise that has only just started.  As I continued to soak in my surroundings, a large black rock started to say, “The Djardak were monsters back then! Taking Gulyangarri away from us. Such a cruel thing. I couldn’t imagine it happening in the perfect world I yearn for.”

I start to picture monsters like bunyips taking away kids like me. Innocent. I imagine kids screaming and crying, trying to break free but they can’t because the bunyips were too strong.

“The perfect world I dream of is a world where all colours are accepted for what they are. There is no perfect colour, they are all perfect in their own way,” speaks one mirda rock.

“Back when I was young, ” started a Dyinguranang, “There were some nasty people who couldn’t accept difference. Difference to me is what makes the world interesting. Without it, life would be boring. Looking around at twins who act the same as you.”

I imagine looking around and everyone looking, speaking and moving the exact same as me. It is annoying and I want them to stop and go on their own way with their own looks. I guess difference is important.

“I believe a perfect world is where we all stand together, where we put our heads together. But we won’t be dreaming of a perfect world, it WILL be a perfect world,” says another wise rock.

I sit up in bed thinking about what my dream meant. Where was I? Who were those talking rocks? I think about it over and over until I discover a meaning. The rocks were teaching me the importance of difference, acceptance and kindness. I learnt that kindness needs to be everywhere and everyone needs to spread it.