Dream Journal
A tall black guy was gripping the tops of my arms so firmly that it hurt. He was removing me from an attic, pushing me along in front of him. I was sure there was some misunderstanding, that he had me confused with someone else, and I tried to show him the confusion by the color of my skin; I am certain that he must really have wanted a black girl. I pulled down the neckline of my shirt further and further until my breasts are exposed so he can see that I am white all over, but he doesn’t look and pushes me on.