I had a long dream about race. We were building a new house, but it wasn’t finished, so we were living in a hotel. Donald Trump came to town, and the first time, Buster’s feet were cut on broken glass, and another dog tried to attack him. On TV, they started branding black children. I got very afraid, and wanted to take a taxi the next time we left the hotel. It was going to be me, mom, and Dylan.
Suddenly, the characters changed, and it was me, a black man, a black teenage boy, and Dylan was a girl. Dylan (as the female character) was in love with the leader of a cult, and wouldn’t believe that the cult was using him. The people we were with wanted to “take a stand” so we decided to walk back through “Trump land” rather than take a taxi. We made fake suitcases out of boxes to carry. I was very afraid. When we passed the church where the cult leader was, Dylan bought a necklace and ring. The leader asked Dylan if we spoke English, and suddenly the rest of us didn’t. In English, he told Dylan to come back at a certain day and time alone.