Atlanta airport airline terminal, 1956. Yes, that’s the black nanny to the white woman’s child. Air travel was not just the only thing quite different back then…
Last night my dreams have set a new record in weirdness… I’ve experienced a dejà-vu but can’t tell whether I’ve had a dejà-vu while I was dreaming and falsely remembered having dreamed the same dream before, or I whete it’s that I’ve dreamed about having a dejà-vu about having had the same dream before. But now can’t tell whether I’ve had the same dream once or twice because I seriously try to no think about them and can’t remember whether I dreamed it the night before or don’t. Or maybe i’ve dreamed twice in a row in te same night. Or…
My subconscious by the way is very affraid that I forget about my habitational situation, this is why it spices up my nights with dreams about living in places not knowing whether I belong in those places, or knowing that I don’t belong in them and I’m just in some kind of transit. Doesn’t helps having found out that according to my city council, I am too poor to afford an affordable public rent (nevermind I paid a higher rent for 5 years and still saved some money year to year) and also don’t qualify for a social public rent because I’m alone and social rent is for “coexistence units” of 2 people at least.
Like are ffffn they ffffn serious about ffffn anyffffnthing? Yes they are. Don’t qualify, stay with your parents until they both die and you inherit their home, weee. FML.
What gets me is I have a whole cinematic universe. There’s like an alternative warped version of reality in my dreams, mostly my hometown and a few key places, that is consistent and somewhat realistic even if fake. I won’t have a dream in the same location for potentially a year or two at the time in a certain location but when I do it picks up in the same alternate world that’s similar.
I’ve tried to think out what causes the alterations, some places are geographically closer because the area in between were not significant, but it’s amazing to me as I’ll completely forgot about some of these expositions until I dream about them and I’m surprised about all the details that have built up over the years.