Has anyone dreamt of racism?
Of dealing with racism. I read nothing about racism for the last few days and I know my dreams are directly influenced by what is going on my life. I have dreamt about racism, or dealing with it in my dream before. But this is the most recent one.
Even during the whole Trayvon case, or the recent cases of apparent racism or questionable racism. Nada. But today it was there. But it was racism mixed in with class and money.
I remember only parts of it. I become or am I friends with a girl. I believe later I over hear her mother saying racist things. I confront her. The story shifts and instead of me with the young girl, I am now dealing with her cousin. I get the feeling her cousin may be jewish or I think she is. But what's interesting is that she has a Jew-fro. A really nice big one. Her mother is there and she seems like nice lady. But oblivious to race thing. While her aunt, other aunt who I always thought was nice...who happens to the aunt of the other girl is a racist. I shook her hand and she had this look. And I asked her, "Did my Black skin touch you to the bone?" I was so revolted I started to run. The mother of the cousin, happens to have married into the family.
However, there was a third woman. Freakishly enough it was Whoopi Goldberg. She plays the social buddy buddy of these women. I don't come from a wealthy family but these people do and I am one of the few Black students at the school. Whoopi doesn't have a child, but gives birth to one. It was the look of her that was interesting. She had her natural hair --- but she brushed it up into a high Chignon. Her skin was very dark but shiny, glittery. Don't know if my dream was modeling her into a sort of wannabe White but maintain some militant Blackness. It was strange.
But she says to me, after a shooting. Don't ask. I believe I thought it was race related and I was put in the hospital. I thought the shooter was aiming at me but it was a wild aim by a neglectful cop. I'm in the hospital and over hear that Whoopi gave birth. I go and say congratulations and figure that nothing is wrong and she would be sympathetic despite the fact she's wealthy. "But she says to me. Are you still angry over that spat? Get over it and grow up." Then something snaps, and instead of being me, now I am myself's mother and I start hitting Whoopi in the chest. I just start pounding on her in the hospital room screaming: "Don't do that! Don't do that! Don't Do that! Don't pretend it's alright. Don't do that to yourself and don't shove down your child's throat." That's when I woke up, I was still saying "Don't do that!".
Let's just say I was fucked for a bit afterwards. That's why I'm posting it here.
