Dream Log - Racial Dream #67

In this dream I was with a black woman, a shortish, very cute and pretty black woman. I really felt like I liked her. Somehow, this meeting with her was precipitated by a scene on the beach where I saw a family of black people and they were all joking and the woman and another adult woman were saying, shit we're the only black people on this beach! Ha Ha, they laughed. Then they scrambled to leave in a sort of mock escape, laughing.

Then I was at the bar with this woman, the black woman, and I was attracted to her and she seemed to be of me. A handsome young black man tended bar. She told me: "I doubt if we cold ever go out because you will always think white women are smarter than black women." I was flabbergasted but kept my cool, then went into a long sort of discourse of how I am sure I inherit a collection of unconscious assumptions, beliefs, prejudices from my own culture, and even said a few very fancy words. But I feel as though I can break free of this. Then I left for the bathroom, and when I came back, she told me the bartender (who seemed to be rooting for us to get together) had told her she had to keep up her end of the conversation.

The dream shifted to a Twin Peaks kind of mystery to solve who had killed this man (or woman?) and it was all taking place in a high rise apartment complex. There was a black boy, and somehow things kept pointing toward him, even though he was really cute and innocent looking.