Ebola.

I will never forget when a customer tried to tell me that the person who died from Ebola here in the US was from Africa. That he was an African. And I wanted to tell him that not every Black person he sees is from Africa. Just like how not every Korean, Japanese, Chinese or Thai person is from Asia. Just like not every white person is from England.

Maybe, if we taught critical thinking, proper grammar, how to back up what you say with facts and not just have a baseless opinion, etc... Maybe, the world wouldn't be such a mess.

And, no, I don't care that he was a man from Africa. That is completely beside the point. We always say people come from "Somewhere Else," ESPECIALLY if they aren't WHITE. Its the notion that just because someone has dark skin that automatically makes them from "Somewhere Else." That if someone has different characteristics they must be from "Somewhere Else."

I wore Hijab for several months and I was asked all the time "Where are you from?" and was met with "No, I mean, where were you from originally?"

The notion that differences mean "Somewhere Else."

YOU can't be from here, because YOU are different.

And that bothers me.

Odd Dream #?

I was in an old house, finely decorated so as to belong to someone fabulously wealthy. There was a large (v. LARGE) statue of a man who looked a lot like Alan Cumming. That was one end of the room. then there was a small section of the room that was like an inside garden that could be closed off from the other side of the room by shutters, thus obscuring the view of the statue from the bed.

Something was terribly wrong with this house though because there was some man, my husband I believe (who looked like Brad Pitt), who was trying to do me harm. Or I believed he was trying to do me some harm.

So... what else is a girl to do but try to call on the spirits to save her? And that's what I did... Apparently.

Alan Cumming statue was apparently "Uncle Vance" and he totally came to life to help me. And then he and my Brad Pitt look-a-like convinced me everything was in my head and that I was fine and the relationship was fine. Then Alan abandoned me.

Then I was in another house that was haunted and trying to help this mother, daughter and daughter's boyfriend... Which was weird. Especially because they looked like cartoons except for their eyes. At one point I even mentioned (I think to myself) how "real" their eyes looked.

Then I was in a grocery store, shopping with Pomegranate and somebody else. I discovered that Cap'n Crunch made "spicy" cereal AND bread. So, whilst trying to discover those things I came across these GIGANTIC eggs. Like, huge! And I stopped and wondered if I should buy them for shits and giggles.

Still trying to decide I walked down the frozen food aisle and Pomegranate jumped out of a freezer at me, trying to scare me.

Then I was on some brick street because of a party (or this might've been before the Alan Cumming statue, I'm not sure...) and heard that someone I disliked was going to be there so I was trying to escape and ended up in a dark room with Aunt Peggy's son. He was in a wheel chair and had an oxygen mask (which he does in real life, because he is dying of lung cancer) and he was trying to tell me something and Aunt Peggy's corpse was on a bed in the dark room.

Then I was doing a Historic House tour (like I did while I was visiting Massachusetts this month!) and I tried to squeeze through a section of the door (they made doorways tiny, btw) and barely made it through. Pomegranate was magically there again and says she's going to a different entrance. And this little woman (I'm assuming the tour guide) says that she has trouble fitting and she only ways 120 pounds.

Somewhere in this house I went into a bathroom and when I touched the handle everything went weird. Like, I legit felt everything go very weird both in the dream and in real life. I suddenly felt very sick, and then when I looked in the mirror my hair was done like this:


And I'm wearing something like this (except in Pink)


I am a serving girl in some rich person's house (the same house I was touring) and I am very close friends with a black servant (not slave, SERVANT). I look all around me and I see things I "like" (like on Facebook) and I think "How odd? I thought I was in pre-Facebook days?" And then I like something that pisses off my friend so I give her flowers... Like its a video game or something.

Anyway, we are the best of friends and we walk around and then somehow we end up making out and I woke up just as we had fallen to the floor from some crazy girl-on-girl sex.

I swear, I didn't eat anything before bed!