I went from finding out my mom had a twin with a completely opposite personality. To sitting in a movie theatre with Questlove behind me picking my hair with his afropick and saying how cute I was, in a manner that reminded me of someone admiring a dog...to living in the jim crow era as both a white woman and a white man who was trying to help oppressed black people.

I wake up and see that Kendrick Lamar adopted post and recognize the white man and woman as characters in my dream.


Wow....Happy 4th.

My goal today is to make money at work and get off and eat me some crabs, tack my sons shorts so they fit because they don't have belt loops and he is skinny, (his aunt got him a 4th of July outfit) and try not to drink.


I haven't had a drink in months but the people I will be with today make it look so attractive...i will win tho.

Oh, and try not to become irritated at anything. That's my goal too...pray for a sista.

Yo, the image in my head of being petted by quest gone have me laughing all day.

I need a dream journal app or something.


But I have to express my dream last night....i was at a store trying to sell phones but it was also a bar. Shit got bad and people started fighting and shooting. I was running, someone shot at me, then I became a white girl and beat her ass, and ended up shooting her.

All my coworkers got their ass kicked by customers.

The end.

Yeah :/