Last night, I dreamed I was in the kitchen of an apartment I'd never seen in real life, though it did seem upscale with graninte counters and expensive-looking white cabinets. I was preparing a dish for dinner. I was cutting up an endive and trying to remember what the recipe was supposed to be. Soy sauce, sesmale oil, what else? Maybe I should look it up in a cookbook that I'd left in my bedroom. So, I padded down a hallway painted dove graywith white trims and plush carpet in matching shade of gray, to the bedroom.
I entered the bedroom and realized with disdain that I'd left the TV in the room on by accident. Right now, the TV was showing two college-age women, one White woman with wavy brown hair and freckles, and a Black woman with a gyspy-style scarf tied over her hair. The White woman leaned close to the Black woman as if about to share a secret, and asked, "Are you...?"
The Black woman nodded her head with a shy smile.
Both the women hunched up their shoulders, grinning at each other. clearly sharing the secret, whatever it was.
I have no idea what that was all about, but that part on the TV stuck in my head for some reason. Mabye the White woman wasking the other if she's seeing someone or if she's pregnant, or if she is LGTbQ. Or from another dimension. Feel free to speculate. (And in case you're asking I don't know if I found that cookbook or finished the dish.)
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