Today, this evening,
I was accosted on the sidewalk in Walla Walla by two presumably white gangsters, short guys of rather indeterminate race.
One of them kept pretending to be a foreigner, he was faking this Borat sort of accent.
They passed on my left then started following as I crossed streets and eventually asked if I had a phone. I told them they needed to fuck off after the guy kept asking that.
Then he started in with his racial profiling jokes and fake accent.
The one who wasn't riding a scooter was talking all the shit. He pulled a butcher knife out of his backpack or clothing and made threats. I told him that the weapon does not make the man and indicated possession of my own knife.
He went on to make fun of the size and I said the size won't matter.
He ran to get a big stick or something like that out of his friend's bag. Sort of an ineffective looking weapon if the other person is charging.
In the process of arming himself, the one on foot stepped into a particular well lit part of the street corner and backed into the intersection.
I said I was taking his picture & he better fucking go home. He pulled a mask up over lower half of face and said South Side a bunch then they ran and scootered away down the street.
It fucking sucked but it's interesting isn't it, lots of the details in the dream were true except the direction and the light.
The part where the kid called me a racist profiler was real strange after I remembered the dream.
Christine, thanks for thinking to put this dream journal here. At least maybe you guys will know what happened.
Brotherhood falls asunder at the touch of fire!
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not coloured like his own, and having power
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.