Last night I dreamed I watched my daughter standing high up on two blocks, smiling; transformed into a beautiful black woman. A black man approached her from below and behind, and he flirtatiously touched her hand. I thought she would be upset because he was a grown man and underneath her temporary exterior, she was just a little girl, but she turned and smiled at him. The mood changed quickly when he told her it was a Jewish holiday, and that on such a day she was dishonoring her heritage by standing on the blocks. She looked startled, as if she'd done something wrong, and I was surprised to see her reaction, and how quickly she stepped back down on the ground and turned back into her white girl-child self.
Don't be with a man who refers to himself as a kid.
Last night I dreamed I watched my daughter standing high up on two blocks, smiling; transformed into a beautiful black woman. A black man approached her from below and behind, and he flirtatiously touched her hand. I thought she would be upset because he was a grown man and underneath her temporary exterior, she was just a little girl, but she turned and smiled at him. The mood changed quickly when he told her it was a Jewish holiday, and that on such a day she was dishonoring her heritage by standing on the blocks. She looked startled, as if she'd done something wrong, and I was surprised to see her reaction, and how quickly she stepped back down on the ground and turned back into her white girl-child self.
