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Written by Spie one of the Mike DREAM TDK family collective...
RAISED IN THE HUSTLE -
ENLIGHTENED BY THE STRUGGLE....
Michael Francisco, better known to the world simply as "DREAM", was
tragically murdered on the night of February 17, 2000. Oakland's twelfth
homicide this year claimed one of West Coast's premiere "graffiti"
artists. Hip-Hop in the US and internationally, is suffering a great
loss.

DREAM started writing in 1983 and soon became recognized as one of
the Bay's stylistic innovators. Pioneering the art form of "graffiti"
on the West Coast, while hip-hop's various elements began taking permanent
hold around the globe, his pure love for expression attracted hundreds,
if not thousands to, also spray "your name." Inspired by the New York
City originators, DREAM constantly stressed the historic developmental
knowledge in the writin' game and always reminded us that "getting
up is one thing, but to get up with style is a whole different ball
game."

As DREAM earned respect, he saw the power of conveying messages through
the aerosol medium to the greater society, especially amongst young
people. DREAM pieces connected with and raised the sights of a broad
community voice, unifying people from vastly different backgrounds.
DREAM understood that art should not just be nice to look at but needs
to be used as a weapon of defense against oppressive injustice. Mike
DREAM organized and participated in very controversial gallery installations
such as "No Justice, No Peace - Word from the Underground" (1993)
and "Amerikan Terrorism - Shadows on the Global Street" (1995). Along
with taking a stand against police violence, nuclear proliferation,
colonialism, and cigarette companies, which target people of color,
DREAM produced artwork in defense of Mumia Abu-Jamal and against corporate
take overs of people's institutions. He did all this, while at the
same time schooled kids to recognize self-determined pathways in life.
Whether it was passing along an Assata Shakur, Malcolm X, Carlos Bulosan,
George Jackson, or even an Iceberg Slim book, Mike DREAM preserved
that culture of resistance by urging others to recapture their past
and be conscious minded in their lives.
With a firm pride in his Pinoy roots, DREAM embraced other cultures
as well. He built bridges between the Black and Asian/Pacific Islander
communities. The spirit of fallen brothers PlanBee and PakOne continued
to be expressed through his work.

For some, life is nothing more than grindin' and pimpin' on the east
and west sides, but Mike had passion for life that was large, He created
art which sometimes paid, but more importantly was not self seeking,
and were always gifts to the community. That's what Mike was about,
being a provider and he laid the ground work for people to come together.
His folks was in the flatlands. DREAM was a survivalist in the Otown
and what he had most was love for the people.
Opinionated, critical, and energetic, Mike's charisma defined what
it means to be real. Dream stressed the importance to document our
own contribution to the culture to insure it from being misrepresented
by someone on the outside. He was a leader and displayed true love
in all aspects of life through the soul of his pieces. You didn't
just see his work, but the colorful fades moved you and you could
feel it. You could sense the passion he represented clearly and directly
on the walls. And when he matched the letters with a definite message,
the wake up call was shot at the onlooker like the lighthouse beacon
to the boat gone astray. Dream, but don't sleep.
Mike DREAM was a friend to all and one would often hear him blurting
out with a gracious smile,"yeah, I love that." The line, color scheme,
and symmetry of those kick ass burners' always had kids flocking,
but a modest DREAM always kept asking to see their black book style
progressions. DREAM was a visionary and what more could explain his
persona better than an analogy of our own dreams...somehow they never
are memories of past events, but inspirations to create future works.
Forward ever, backward never... peace and safe journey onto the next...DREAM
lives forever.
Spent a lot of time with some crazy ass crooks and at the
same time built my mind passin' time readin' red books...
-Dream's
lyrics 
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