4 days ago
Monday, January 25, 2016
"I had a dream"and not a prophetic one like Martin Luther King. Mine was the kind that makes you cringe when your spouse, friend or co-worker springs those 4 words on you. You really don't want to hear the details and certainly won't get the same response as the teller got. However, just like those friends and co-workers, I am hitting you with my dream anyway.
I dreamed that I went to sleep an old white woman and woke up a partially bald, weasel faced, squinty eyed, middle aged black man with a huge nose and facial hair. Huh??
I was a bit pleased that I was middle aged and was assuming the whiskered face was male though I really did not check below my belt to see if I had sprouted any "junk". However with that face, I could only hope I was male.
The mirror fascinated and horrified me. Dang, I was ugly. If I had to turn into a black man, why not a Taye Diggs type?? I fingered my goatee and knew I needed help but doubted even my beautician would know what to do with me to make things better. This would require extensive surgery.
Then the day to day adjustments I was facing also hit me. Will I remember to pick the right restroom and will I remember to stand when peeing?? At least I was pretty sure I'd remember to put the toilet seat down.
However as I studied my new black face. I suddenly felt paranoia consuming me. News headlines flashed through my head. Now even simple things like traffic stops took on a whole new dimension. Will I be suspiciously watched while shopping?? Will I be able to handle the stares and barely concealed hate of the prejudiced?? I felt actual fear and did not like it.
I was thinking of all the drastic changes I was facing when thankfully I woke up. I wasn't reassured however till my mirror revealed my old wrinkly white lady face with bed hair staring back at me. Phew. Somehow I didn't look so bad anymore.
This wacky dream did have an origin however and was not just a bad reaction to the many drugs I am taking. I had just finished reading the novel "Ridiculous" by D.L. Carter before going to sleep.
In this book, set during the 1800's in England, the heroine assumes the identity of her deceased, wealthy, male cousin in order to provide for her impoverished mother and two sisters. It is an amusing novel with a clever premise but I must warn you, it can give you nightmares. Combine that story with recent headlines and a strange dream was born.
Ever have a book or movie take over your nighttime dreams? Did it bring joy, amusement or fear?
at 5:09 AM Posted by Arkansas Patti