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Had a dream that woke me up one morning. I dreamt that I was crashing at a friend's house out of town (as I have been known to do when I work out of town and am on my own for lodging, to save money). I don't know who the "friends" were supposed to be, but y'know, dream.
So I was sleeping over at a friend's house and I had to go pee, so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. While in there one "friend" came home and started talking to the other "friend".
Through the door, I heard "it was totally racist, but, like, not white to black people, the other direction."
So I yelled through the door "there's no such thing as reverse racism, that's not how this works!"
I got out of the bathroom and made my way back to my room so pissed off that I had a "friend" who would still make that claim, especially because, in my dream-addled brain, this "friend" was supposed to be one of my rational, progressive friends. So, in the dream, I started gearing up for a confrontation and formulating my usual soundbites about systemic, institutional discrimination vs. personal rudeness, etc.
And I got so mad and worked up over it that this is what woke me up.
So there I was that morning, pissed off at an imaginary friend for being racist. Welcome to my brain.
So I was sleeping over at a friend's house and I had to go pee, so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. While in there one "friend" came home and started talking to the other "friend".
Through the door, I heard "it was totally racist, but, like, not white to black people, the other direction."
So I yelled through the door "there's no such thing as reverse racism, that's not how this works!"
I got out of the bathroom and made my way back to my room so pissed off that I had a "friend" who would still make that claim, especially because, in my dream-addled brain, this "friend" was supposed to be one of my rational, progressive friends. So, in the dream, I started gearing up for a confrontation and formulating my usual soundbites about systemic, institutional discrimination vs. personal rudeness, etc.
And I got so mad and worked up over it that this is what woke me up.
So there I was that morning, pissed off at an imaginary friend for being racist. Welcome to my brain.
