I dreamed we were staying in a spacious, home-sized hotel when the back doorbell rang. This wasn’t the best of areas, so I suspected trouble when I looked through the peep-hole and saw it covered by a Black man’s face who claimed to be with FedEx. Somehow my view changed camera angles and I could see him from outdoors, not in uniform nor carrying any package I was expecting and accompanied by two cohorts preparing a break-in. A garbage truck backed up to the door. I went to the other room and called the front desk, thinking twice, then pressed the “3” button labeled security. Butterfingers that I was, I first hit 5 by mistake. As I described the situation to the operator, sitting on a stairway to the second floor, they must have gained entry because at least one appeared, dressed in all Black, gesticulating wildly like a gorilla, and I reported the intrusion. I awoke thinking what a terrible blow it would be to the Obama campaign, let alone to race relations, were the other side to air a spot featuring a victim of such a crime sharing his or her grievance.
In the 45 minutes or so I had left this morning I spotted Steve Carrell at a kid’s store, and he had a terrible bowl cut from behind. I followed him to where they were filming The Office in the indoor mall outside, and discovered that in my absence, 老婆 had been selected as an extra for the shoot, and was being dressed (out of her pajamas) and prepped for the part. She flubbed her lines the first time around, but they were giving her a second chance.
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