Last night I dreamt that we were going to some kind of summer camp in the mountains. A bunch of famous people were going with us, including Martin Luther King, Jr. – despite the fact that even in my dream, he was dead. Malcolm X might also have been there. We were led into this big room where we were going to sleep, and shown our beds. I didn’t want to sleep in the bed next to MLK’s because I was afraid that my feet were smelly and it might be embarrassing.
Go figure.
