Last night, I had a dream that a white man was my beautician. In the dream, I thought to myself, “I’ve had this dream before”.
He was older. I couldn’t remember his name. He had acquired roomies. Some of them were black and happened to be toxic as fuck. One roomie befriended me but she really wanted my clutch. I went to grab it. Before I could get to it, she dug her stiletto nails into my hand. I bit her hand to prevent her from taking what was mine. I wanted to keep my clutch. She tried to take other things but I wouldn’t let her. (What does this mean??? LOL, not sure but this is me writing from sleepytown and trying to recall the quickly disappearing details of the dream). He (my beautician) tried to sleep with me. I considered it. I wondered what it would feel like to have a white penis inside me…Then he put on his robe, and told me that it’s ok to come see him again because he only tried to come onto me cause of edm???? (Listen Lindaaaa – I never said the dream made sense, hence its presence here so I can show the inner workings of my mind, even while it’s at rest 😇) I realize I don’t wanna be there alone! I ran out. There were so many doors, a maze of doors that didn’t exist before. I finally escaped. Into the rain and the dim lights of the Chinese restaurant.
The End.
Only God knows where that dream came from.
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