... the other Black experience
Dreams thread
Props to whoever suggested this, I'm thinking it was Rage Proletaire.
I had a dream last night that all my church going relatives were suited and booted at someone's birthday party alongside Tony Alva, Steve Caballero, Tony Hawk, Lance Mountain, and Lady Gaga. I don't remember who the guest of honor was, but the Bones Brigade dudes answered every question and were very cool.
Post yours.
I had a dream last night that all my church going relatives were suited and booted at someone's birthday party alongside Tony Alva, Steve Caballero, Tony Hawk, Lance Mountain, and Lady Gaga. I don't remember who the guest of honor was, but the Bones Brigade dudes answered every question and were very cool.
Post yours.
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Permalink Reply by Madamoiselle De Sade on -
I had a dream that I was a slave and had slept with a white man and my face was slashed with a knife, tongue cut out and my eyes poked out. Right after I watched Quills.... ..maybe I shouldn't watch that movie.
I dreamt I kicked this kid I hate right in the dick for saying "ewww. Spanish is so common" and being a pretentious asshole about learning Japanese.
I got in trouble for appearing "too close" to my boyfriend's (but not really) friend and got a fine or something.
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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on -
I had a dream about tearing up a delicious antipasto platter at a financial speech by Charles Payne.
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Permalink Reply by PolarVibez on -
I hate those dreams where I would wake up and go to school or work in my dream and everything is normal. It's such a dissapointment when I wake up for real (usually late) and have to do it all over again.
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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on
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Watching Motorhead absolutely raging in my office room. They played fast song after fast song.
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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on
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Wooo! GOOD dream about someone I used to know. I wonder where she is now.
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Permalink Reply by CaliforniaAfrican on -
Last night, one of my students was in my dream (again). He and I were hanging out at some club or maybe a house party. He asked me about one of my girls. It was understood that he liked her or had dated her. I remember us just standing, music blaring and talking like we were the closest of friends. It felt so real when I woke up. La Andre and me chillin at a party. Too much!
I think I'm going to miss the 8th grade class leaving us soon.
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Permalink Reply by CaliforniaAfrican on
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In my dream last night, my daughter had changed her hair. It was straight, then loosely curly. The locs were gone. She then turned into a different girl, but she was still my daughter. I grabbed her and took her away from the classroom full of students. "You're Black," I told her, as I held her chin. She wiggled her way out of my grip. She looked like she wanted to cry OR exclaim that she wasn't Black OR that she didn't want to be Black. Damn. Then she got lighter. In my mind, I knew that her dad wasn't a Black man. My baby became "mixed". The expression in her eyes said that she wanted to challenge me w/ whether or not she WAS Black. Crazy. What the hell did that dream mean?
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Permalink Reply by Golem_3 on -
CaliforniaAfrican said:In my dream last night, my daughter had changed her hair. It was straight, then loosely curly. The locs were gone. She then turned into a different girl, but she was still my daughter. I grabbed her and took her away from the classroom full of students. "You're Black," I told her, as I held her chin. She wiggled her way out of my grip. She looked like she wanted to cry OR exclaim that she wasn't Black OR that she didn't want to be Black. Damn. Then she got lighter. In my mind, I knew that her dad wasn't a Black man. My baby became "mixed". The expression in her eyes said that she wanted to challenge me w/ whether or not she WAS Black. Crazy. What the hell did that dream mean?
wow. LOL
thats a wild one.
In no way am I an expert dream analyst, but your dream could be pointing to a fear you're not admitting to.
Do you have any anxieties about your daughter (concerning her future)?
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Permalink Reply by CaliforniaAfrican on
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@Golem Yes. I have concerns. Shit, I'm a mom! I think it's the whole thing about teaching your child racial pride without putting them in a position where they have to defend who they are all the damn time. I recently pondered the extent to which I "arm" my children with knowledge of self as an African on this continent, versus allowing them to learn on their own. Am I making sense? There is a burden in which we continue to face as Black people in this country. How do I teach my children to navigate racism, and all the bullshit that comes with it, without drowning them in the responsibilities to combat it? Maybe Veta doesn't want to be Black anymore. Maybe I subconsciously want her to NOT have to deal with what we as a people continue to deal with for so many generations. *exhale* You feel me?
So last night, I dreamt of pears flying. Pears! That shit was crazy. They were like little birds flying around my house. Crazy.
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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on
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I ran into a stranded Lemmy in the long term parking at Ontario airport while out taking a late night drive. He asked me to give him a ride back to Hollywood.
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Permalink Reply by Golem_3 on
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Compound Egret said:
lolI ran into a stranded Lemmy in the long term parking at Ontario airport while out taking a late night drive. He asked me to give him a ride back to Hollywood.
you dreamt of the lead singer of Motorhead?
This could mean a few things. A possible new opportunity for you on the horizon.
Getting back into something you gave up.
Or, doing something you've been hesitant about.
Then, again, it could mean meeting new friends/ having an abundant social-life.
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Permalink Reply by Rage_Proletaire on -
I felt like I was long overdue for another violent dream. Dreamt that I got bitten by a rabid cat (with a gorgeous scruff-beard and bloody red eyes) two nights ago, but that pales in comparison.
I was driving a car through a (Wal-Mart?) parking lot at, like, two miles an hour; some guy blocks off the middle of a row of parking spaces with his cart, and he pulls out a chef’s knife from beneath the cart. I try to avoid eye contact because the rest of his face told me all I needed to know. Some lady’s in her car, fumbling around for who-knows-what with the light, and it was obvious she didn’t see the dude or care to look around (which annoyed me a lil’). Sure enough, the guy’s gunning for her first, and he stabs her up in the driver’s seat and she flops out on the pavement.
So now, people are driving around the dude in circles, slowly so as not to draw attention individually, while he’s shouting threats and going after the ones who don’t realize he’s stomping around with a bloody knife. He stabs up more people, and as I pass him whilst making my exit, we make eye contact. I tried hitting the gas pedal, but my foot couldn’t find it, so the car’s rolling to a stop, and I’m wondering if I’ve anything hard enough to crush his skull with. Don’t remember what I got out of the car with, or why I decided to get out, but he called my bluff with his nonsensical grisliness and whatever I had in my hand wasn’t strong enough.
Figured I could outrun him, and I bolted towards traffic. I came up to a four-door at a red light, and although I expected to be shot at, I managed to talk my way into this car with four people already in it. I’d opted to plead my case to the female; the guy seemed nonplussed. Never saw who was in the back seat; I sat on the woman’s lap on the passenger side. They were going to drive me down to the end of the street; I figured I could find a more suitable melee weapon to kill Mr. Knife from Walgreen's.
We ended up at somebody’s house, which only annoyed me because there was a party going on; my bid for help backfired, and these folks figured that, instead of what I asked for, I could use a good party. I sat on the floor; the conversation was mundane, but not harmful. Somebody offered me an “Alabama Fuzz/Fizz”, but I declined. I noticed a baby-gate installed in one of the den’s doorways; it was being used to keep a cat at bay. But on second glance, the cat was actually a little girl – with whiskers and a beard. Her beard made me think of the rabid cat from a few nights ago, whose kittens had overtaken my back yard (and when I’d gone out, pissing and screaming, the fucker bit me). I woke myself up when I realized that I wasn’t going to get a rematch with the knife-wielder man.
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