Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/2/2016
By Purple
There was some sort of protest on Boston Road and Mace Avenue about Israel. I saw a guy in a yarmulke drive by (a near impossibility in that neighborhood) and the protestors seemed to target him more and louder than the other motorists. Some of the protestors seemed Jewish and wore yarmulkes themselves. The protestors were larger in number than I first thought. I thought there were maybe 4-6 of them, but it was more like 12-15 in total. I wanted to speak to someone to find out what it was about. The first guy protestor I approached was Asian and he recoiled when I wanted to talk with him. He literally stepped away from me while walking backwards, as if he was afraid of me. Then I asked another protestor if I could speak to the leader. They showed me a girl with red dye on her teeth. They were all at a picnic-style table and she said she was not available to talk as she was about to do some coke. I thought, "What the fuck?" while giving her a look of pure disgust. Finally I met with someone who appeared normal, as if someone who I can have a conversation with. This was clearly a gay female with short blonde hair. We sat down near a family. The little girl in the family was sitting next to her, opposite me, and the little boy (the older brother) sat extra close to me, as if he trusted me and needed me to protect him. I felt honored to have that trust from a child who didn't know me. The young lady with the short blond hair said she was vegan and so was her "roommate." Why was she telling me this? It seemed irrelevant. I tried to ask her the meaning of the protest. She reached for my hand on the table and was about to put her second hand toward the same area, and looked me in the eye as she was doing this. I recoiled. I don't know what she was going to tell me, but I could just tell that it would be some political bullshit I wouldn't agree with. I couldn't get a real answer from her anyway. Dream ends.