Saturday, August 10, 2002
I dreamed last night that I had super-powers, and I had to keep fighting this evil force that was threatening everyone. I had to put my hands together in front of my chest and squinch my eyes really hard and a silver ball would appear and shatter on the bad guy, weakening him. I was a guest or distant cousin to this really nice, church going black family. I had to keep protecting them from the evil. All this happened at my grandmother's house in Saratoga. I had very long, strong fingernails. I worried a lot about whether or not I was a racist, and if the polar ice was melting.