So I've been reading at night before I go to bed and I've found myself having dreams that I was a slave and getting whipped and such. As well I should. Because I've always been white and I've never even thought about slavery and women and how incredibly morally degrading even the thought of it was. I mean, I hate inequality just as much as the next person...look who my parents are and what I've been picketing for since I was old enough to hold a sign. But that doesn't make me not white.
And these dreams are fucking scary. It doesn't help that I'm hacking up half a lung and probably not all lucid because I'm getting sick and thrashing about under my covers kicking my cat (on accident!) while this is all going on, but dooood...no more reading this book before I go to sleep.