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Dream: 4/7/2017


The day of this dream I am sent some pictures of a man I know wearing a funny hat. The hat looks to me like the kind of hat white men wear when they are trying to communicate with Bob Marley. Something dreadlocks are meant to be stuffed into.

I go to sleep and dream this:  I am wearing your hat; it is stuck on my head. 

I waken, lean over to check the time on the clock and begin to tell you, out loud, about the dream I've just had. I've forgotten you are not here.

Extraction: This man and I talk about racial stereotypes. I have ideas of my own about white men and Bob Marley. And I have strong feelings about hats. I think I've just combined it all into my own little movie where it ends with me accepting this thing I began by imagining was a his shit, not my shit type of thing. I woke to the realization that I had a meeting of the minds with him. I feel so connected. I miss him and had simply forgotten he wasn't there.

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