Teenage angst, racism

Date: 10/11/2017

In my dream, I was walking up Lydig Ave in my old neighborhood. A teenage girl intentionally bumped into me and when I gave her a look like “what the fuck!,” she gestured as if she was going to hit me, but did not. I approached her and held her against her will. I looked her in the eye and asked why she did that. But I already knew the reason. It’s so sad to see kids react to what’s popular instead of thinking for themselves with what’s proper. I asked her again, why she did that and she still struggled to break free. I answered for her. I went on to tell her she wouldn’t want others to do that to her, so why is she spreading hatred? I asked her if she knew hold old I was. She shrugged. I said I was 39, and at the very least, she should learn to respect her elders. Her eyes widened when I told her my age. She thought I may have been younger. There were other people nearby, and I thought I was going to get ganged up on, but people either minded their business (not likely) it didn’t see what happened, or thought that we may have known each other. Eventually, I let the girl go. Whether or not she learned something, I’m not sure. But I had to say something. Waking notes: I guess I had this dream because I heard some blatant racism yesterday and shook my head at the hypocrisy.