|The adventures of Imaginary Racist
||[Oct. 14th, 2007|10:58 am]
Here's a weird one for you. I've gotta get this written down while I still remember it clearly.
I woke up this morning, realized it was Sunday and I didn't have anything to do for a while, and was wondering whether or not to go back to sleep. My eyes were closed and I began to drift off again, but lucidly, so I knew I was dreaming. I suddenly heard an angry voice shouting "Hey, you can't get up yet. I got something important to show ya!"
I found myself in a barren desert-like landscape, confronted with an angry, rugged-looking older guy in rumpled clothes.. sort of an amalgam of every rugged, slightly ageing star of a 1970s "regular guy has harrowing adventure" film. Think Roy Scheider in "Jaws," Peter Finch in "Network," Heston in any Heston movie, etc. He came up to me and said "Thank god you're here. I gotta show you what the Jews are doing!"
"The Jews?" I asked. He shouted "C'mon!" and ran off, and I followed him until suddenly we were at the San Gennaro Feast, which in real life I had been to a few weeks ago. The man gestured to the street fair around him, and complained to me "The damn Jews are doing this and keeping me up all night!"
I don't remember my exact response, but it was to the effect of the Feast being in fact a Catholic and an Italian-American thing, not Jewish, and if he lived near enough to complain then he was from Little Italy and should know better. And anyway, what was his problem with Jews, and why was I dreaming about an anti-semite?
(This may seem odd but it's a fairly regular occurrence for me in a lucid dream, If you get the opportunity, it's often surprisingly illuminating to just ask odd dreams why you're dreaming them. This time it wasn't.)
He seemed to get upset, as though he were expecting some support from me, so he pulled me over a few blocks into Chinatown, where the Chinese New Year celebration was somehow going on at the same time, including a traditional lion dance. The man ran up to the lion puppeteers, and shouted "Jews!!!"
I pulled him back, and asked WTF the matter was with him. This also was obviously not a Jewish thing. We were suddenly back in the desert, and he was pretty pissed at me for disagreeing with him. "ah, you're no help! The hell with ya!" He shouted, and started to walk away. "The hell with me?" I shouted as he walked away. "I'm dreaming you, you ungrateful clod!" He just waved me off dismissively, and I woke up.