I'm puzzled by this dream, which is the only reason I'm sharing it here. I wasn't going to, because I was afraid of offending someone. But it is still the dream, I dreamed or at least a piece of it.
I am in a hospital. For the most part I am visiting with and advocating for my daughter, mostly so I can understand what is going on with her. (This is a real thing right now.)
Mostly it is me going to various departments with folders full of papaers and asking people a bunch of questions that they would sometimes have to go ask someone else or direct me to someone else.
Sometimes it would be a flashback to some time I (the dream me) had been hospitalized.
, I met a Person of Color in the hallway. He was wearing scrubs, had his own handful of papers, and he asked me something, and we were talking,casually but familiarly, so in the dream it was someone I knew well enough to be casual with.
I was watching the light play on his skin -- fluorescent lights, and admiring the smoothness of his skin, and the changes in color tones and shading, and suddenly I just blurted out, "You're the brownest person I've ever seen!"
He looked mildly surprised , and I started babbling. Because it wasn't true. It isn't true. I've seen and talked to people of most hues, even in my little corner of the world.
And this is where I woke up. I don't know if it was the rudeness or the ignorance I found more jarring, or if it's just the mystery.
What DID I mean by "brown?" And why did it seem necessary for me to exclaim about it?
Mostly it is me going to various departments with folders full of papaers and asking people a bunch of questions that they would sometimes have to go ask someone else or direct me to someone else.
Sometimes it would be a flashback to some time I (the dream me) had been hospitalized.
, I met a Person of Color in the hallway. He was wearing scrubs, had his own handful of papers, and he asked me something, and we were talking,casually but familiarly, so in the dream it was someone I knew well enough to be casual with.
I was watching the light play on his skin -- fluorescent lights, and admiring the smoothness of his skin, and the changes in color tones and shading, and suddenly I just blurted out, "You're the brownest person I've ever seen!"
He looked mildly surprised , and I started babbling. Because it wasn't true. It isn't true. I've seen and talked to people of most hues, even in my little corner of the world.
And this is where I woke up. I don't know if it was the rudeness or the ignorance I found more jarring, or if it's just the mystery.
What DID I mean by "brown?" And why did it seem necessary for me to exclaim about it?
