Dream Journal 9/29/16
I am shooting the ball around with Cedric the Entertainer while we discuss The Sopranos. I go back to my house and it feels like someone has broken in. I walk to the bathroom and my cousin Tawnie jumps out. At this point I know my sister is there too. They've raided my fridge for booze and what little snacks I had left. They're going to a Method Man concert. The opener is someone dumb and I have to restock my fridge now...and they freaking broke my back door, so "first of all I can't go and secondly, gtfoh!" They leave. Graham comes over and goes through my fridge while I'm making a list. He's really concerned with filling my ice trays. We start laughing about it but then a random dog with no legs slides into the kitchen. I walk around the corner and there's another stray dog and they've both come from where my sister broke my door, but it's just a missing wall now. I try to usher them out but there's also a homeless guy. He won't acknowledge me when I ask him to leave, so I figure out that he's deaf. I sign to him to please leave and he starts to comply, but I have on heavy rings and accidentally sign "bathroom" which somehow makes him decide not to go anywhere. His eyes roll around and he's clearly mentally ill, so I call 9-1-1. "A homeless guy won't leave my house... it's my house, FYI...I'm black...A black guy owns the house...the homeless guy is white... there is another white guy, but he's my friend... actually just tell them there's no need for guns and we just need help carrying him out. No guns please. Please tell them this!" I think the stress of me possibly getting shot is what woke me up.
