It’s not like I always experience people in my dreams in a way that makes their complexion memorable, but whenever I do, as I did in a yoga class in a dream last night, it’s like being back in Jamaica, where I was born and grew up—White people were a small minority.
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David Mordecai
It is amusing and reassuring to me that even after more than thirty years living in North America there are rarely White people in my dreams.
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