Woke up late this morning. It was probably due to me reading my book real late last night, combined with hearing my slightly loud neighbors in the room next door. It’s weird though, because I woke up to my alarm clock at 7 AM. But then I snoozed it or turned it off then went right back to sleep. And in those 2 hours I had a couple of dreams. I say a couple instead of one because they didn’t seem related or lead into one another. I guess one could debate that dreams really don’t make sense and don’t have to relate; thus the dreams are all one dream. Whatever. Here’s what I can piece together from memory…

One was where I somehow became a famous rockstar. I think I played drums… Not totally sure. But anyway, I’m famous and I’m visiting my old elementary school, Mt. Calvary, located in Upper Marlboro, MD. It’s been years since I’ve actually been there—probably since I graduated in 1998. I feel like I know the layout pretty well and that the rooms are still where they are. It’s after the school day, so most of the kids are gone. There isn’t a crowd, I guess since no one knew I would be there. The administration is giving me the tour of the place and I can see kids’ drawings and art plastered and pinned up along the hallway walls. I visit the art room, the computer lab, etc. Then I visit one of my teachers, whom I had an immense crush on in 3rd grade. A very beautiful blonde woman, in my dreams she seems to have matured and aged very well. I think she was just starting out as a new teacher when I had her, so she doesn’t seem too old to me. Being a famous rockstar, I pour the charm on and she seems obviously flustered by my attention. I don’t recall the conversation we have. Probably small talk and catching up on the 10+ years since we’ve seen each other. The dream ended there. If it didn’t, I certainly can’t remember what happened now.

And in the other one, I’m on one of those moving carts that ferry people from the parking lots to the entrance of theme parks. And my colleague and I are having a debate with this man and his son seated behind us. They’re from Russia, apparently because they have Russian accents, and the father is a racist against Asians. I can’t remember the details of his arguments, but it was obvious he did not like Asians and thought badly of them. But here’s the really strange part: This guy was totally Asian. Now this might come racist itself, but they had the black hair and asian-like eyes… trust me, they were obviously Asian… with Russian accents. And now I’m trying to convince this dude he is the ultimate hypocrite because he’s Asian himself; but he is in total complete denial and says he is 100% Russian. I kind of feel like I’m racist for calling this racist an Asian since he looks Asian even though he sounds Russian. Yeah, it left me quite bewildered and confused this morning.

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