1. In The Dream I Had Last Night, In The Dream I Haaaad Last Night (My Randy Newman impression)

    I had a dream this morning that I was in an upscale bus station watching an NBA game on a flat screen TV. It’s the Denver Nuggets visiting my favorite team, the Orlando Magic. It’s the first quarter and the score is 23-3, in favor of the Nuggets. It’s really difficult to watch, it could’ve been a nightmare in itself, just watching this shit go down. Hedo Turkoglu had a fast break opportunity and he dribbled the ball down the court and it just bounced away from him as if he bounced it off of his foot. He hung his head and then laughed in front of his teammates to save face, but it only made me hate him more. I looked away at something and looked back at the screen and I guess we were so shitty that we were deducted a point.


    A man with dirty-blond hair sat in the chair next to me. He looked to be in his thirties and had on a pale red button-up; the kind of red you get after washing something for at least five years. I see him in the corner of my eye looking at me and then he uses some racist words to ask me if I was black. In my time on this planet I’ve been asked if I was nearly everything except black; but this was a very bizarre question given how I look. I replied “no, I’m white.” He grinned and then went back to doing whatever creepy shit a sleep-manufactured racist does in a dream/nightmare. I went back to using my phone and then I noticed him trying to look at my screen, which I then angled in an overt enough way to say ‘hey, mind your fucking business.’ You know, the same thing you do when you’re on an airplane and you’re a little paranoid because you don’t think the weird woman next to you is actually reading Reader’s Digest (Oh, that’s just me?).


    Suddenly I’m on a bus, because that’s the quick cutting directorial style favored by dreams. The creepy guy is on the bus too, but he’s not close. I’m feeling nervous though, which can happen after a man expresses his disdain for another race through a question and then tries to peep your phone. I get off the bus in the neighborhood I grew up in and start walking. I look back and see that the antagonist also stepped off, so I actually start to speed walk, but without the funny arm movements that old women in Shape-ups make. The guy catches up to me and lunges at me with a sharpened pencil. I grab his arm. I wake up. Weird dream, huh?

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