I was on a college campus among scattered groups of mostly black guys, all facing police officers on a street. There was at least one police car, probably two or three, and at least three officers, probably four or more, standing nearby. They were, or one of them was, yelling for us to go away. “Get away from here,” they may have phrased it, “I’m telling you for your own good; go home or you’re all going to jail.” It was probably an empty threat; it seemed unlikely for them to jail all of us for standing in silence; but the possibility of being taken to jail, or shot dead by a trigger-happy cop, did make me want to leave. I stayed though, with all the other protestors, as I assumed the police were waiting for backup officers to arrive.
I was riding on what seemed to be a high-speed Segway. I don’t know what city I was in, possibly Detroit, but it was in a state of anarchy. There were widespread riots happening by mostly young black males with no police anywhere to be found. Not that I was looking for any as I rolled up or down a relatively empty street, a two-way street, that was normally busy with traffic. Suddenly I saw a big black guy, imagine Kimbo Slice, coming on the opposite lane, riding a Segway of his own. He was holding a big black gun, probably some sort of assault rifle, in one hand. I feared he would shoot me, or at least rob me of my Segway, as I rolled by with a stupid smile on my face, but he just looked at me and saluted as we passed.
I was in a building for young football players, probably part of a university. It wasn’t for housing, at least not the floor I was on; it looked more like a place for them to turn in paper work, talk with psychologists and stuff like that. Whatever it was, I knew I wasn’t supposed to be there, so I made myself invisible as I had the magical ability to do, by blending in with floors and furniture. At one point, I awoke on a couch to the sound of a girl jokingly telling me that it was “time” to give her a massage, or vice versa. It was a girl I knew; Jenese Harris, it looked like. We laughed as she got onto the couch or bed, where I briefly and inadvertently fondled her bare feet, before engaging in a friendly conversation.
2016 ( December 07 )
Boogie Down Productions isn’t about making you dance. It’s about providing knowledge, the kind that centers around uplifting the black race. It’s stuff you must learn, no matter what color you are, but you won’t learn about it in that boring history class with the old white teacher, so it’s up to KRS-One; a “Teacha” in his own right; to put the equivalent of a book in your head. He does that with rap music, which, as the title cleverly suggests, educates and entertains.
The album is enveloped around a college lecture. “Black people have created every music you hear out here in the street today,” he claims. Even if you don’t subscribe to his ideology, which would border racism itself if not for a song that explains he’s not just a “black man speaking out of ignorance”, you can’t deny the quality of the music. The rhymes are thoughtful and the beats; the Breath Control sequel, a reggae joint, being the best among them; are funky-fresh all the way.
my rating = 4 of 5
It must’ve been some kind of school-related event because I remember seeing Unika from real-life, among other recognizable faces. We were in what seemed to be the first-floor lobby area of a building I’d compare to a smaller version of Cobo Arena in Detroit and it was fairly crowded with mostly young people; hanging around, walking about, eating what seemed to be an endless supply of White Castle burgers. There were sacks and sacks of them; mostly cheese but also plain burgers; placed on fold-out banquet-style tables thru-out the lobby.
I love White Castle burgers, but, for some reason, I didn’t begin grabbing them immediately. I waited, perhaps because I was too busy doing other things; vague memories of girls, sex and having my camera to try to get some of the antics on video come to mind; but once I started eating, it’s like I couldn’t stop. I remember grabbing three or four burgers; trying to be discreet about it; leaving the building and coming back for thirds and fourths; by then, some had been replaced with fresh fish sandwiches; thru-out the evening.
Another cool thing about the event is that some of the rooms connected to the lobby seemed to be actual movie theaters, where you, meaning anyone, could simply walk in and watch a movie on the big screen for free. I remember thinking of going to see one but not doing it because, again, I was busy; walking in and out, focused mainly on the girls; many of whom I know in real life from school or work, some of whom I never liked or talked to much and didn’t in the dream. I passed at least one of the latter on one of my Castle grabs.
2016 ( August 02 )