Last Night...

This time, I dreamt that I was hired as a cameraman for a documentary about young African intellectuals. There was a huge summit in Kenya, and all these hot-to-trot revolutionary stundents from all over the continent met to discuss international issues. At it's core, it was a good thing, but if you're at all familiar with "third-world" education and ethics and the American pollution of non-American minds, or the even the tendencies and quirks of third-world kids who feel estranged from their own culture, you'll have an idea of what a motley group of people this was. There were the western-wannabe's, the traditional goodie goodies, the wild kids obsessed with ju-ju and jump-up music, and the Yankees...haha...the ones who totally eschew (CASHEWS CASHEWS PEANUTS AND PECANSSS!!!!) sorry...totally eschew everything that's their own culture and totally embrace everything American (including the dysfunction)...Nothing is more ironic than seeing a non-American incorrectly model American culture (which is wrong and undesirable to begin with!). So it's doing the WRONG thing, the WRONG way. Shame.

Anyway, that's the part I remember. There was one very sweet South African girl...no Kenyan...crap. I can't remember. But she really stood out. I think she was a chemist or a physicist or something. But she was also a wirter and a reporter. What? I don't know. It was a dream. Get off my back, okay. And I was just videotaping away, and nobody really paid much attn to me..everyone was comfortable with me, which told me that I had been there for a while.

Ex-rommie Dwayne says that "Time is the key to all dreams...what TIME was it?"

still tryna understand that one...