#fluoride-less

….. a simple fantasy that I wish was reality.

no bull.

SN: I have stopped using fluoride toothpaste. if you read my post on my experience with using fluoride-less toothpaste, you’ll understand why this is relevant

so i’m moving out of the house I’ve lived in for 16 years right now. so, naturally, i had a dream about it…

i was taking some items to my new house when my neighbor, a guy name Nick who i grew up with, asked me if I needed a ride. I said sure!

We get in the car and I don’t know how I missed this but over the years I’ve known him but is mom is Erykah Badu. Her eyes were greener than usual and she was one of those moms who just goes that extra mile.

Her daughter, Mars, was in the backseat and she put her in her lap so I could have more room. Mind you, this is extremely illegal. What’s more illegal is that she took the steering wheel from her son and backed out into the street while he looked up the address for a restaurant in his phone…

…while she was holding Mars in her other hand lol. amazing

She took one look at me and said “girl you look a worn out. did you eat?’

i told her I’ve been moving all day and I didnt really have time to. 

"What? No, you’re coming with us.”

So we go to this vegan restaurant (of course) called Last Days or Live Days. Cant quite recall. This sign was green with brown letters. It used to be a little corner bodega that they turned into a health food store. Gentrification at its finest…

In the back there was a pool party with the dopest pool ever. There were three tiers each separates by a waterfall and each pool was deeper that the previous one. I don’t know how to swim and never could in my dreams.

So i was chillin. The crowd was a mixed crowd of black folks. Some were obvious HBCU alums sharing sorority/fraternity stories. Others were the granola crowd. Very artsy and cool. Erykah was doing her own thing. I was doing mine. No suffocation. All chill. But she warn me that some of these folks could be “complete assholes” with “unprogressive ideologies”

Some people decided to jump in the deeper pool including Ms Badu. Since I couldn’t swim, I got stuck with a group of stragglers who either couldn’t or wouldn’t because they didnt wanna mess up their hair.

One chick, a tall light skinned girl with the most laid hair I’ve ever laid eyes upon stands up and declares that “this party needs some rules!”

her rule were all very superficial, all based on how we should look and act. Fat Chicks need to wear one pieces, NOT bikinis. Anyone with dreadlocks needs to have them tied up to keep the overall atmosphere clean. If you haven’t shaved, wear some pants or a beach cover up.

I couldn’t tell if the crowd was agreeing with her or thought that she was absolutely ridiculous, like I did. And I’m not one for group think so I raised my hand and suggested:

“Can we have a rule that all pubic hair must be either shaved into a triangle or landing strip?”

They all looked at me with this stoic, no-this-bitch-didn’t stare. I smiled an uncomfortable smile then excused myself. 

A guy who i had ben vibing with earlier High Fived me

“That was awesome”

He asked me if I wanted to join his friends at the other pool. I told him I didn’t know how to swim and he said I didnt need to. He took my had, we jumped, and I woke up

I think this dream is interesting not because It features my girl Ms Erykah but because I had it in my mothers old room on my last night in this house. My mother died when I was 9 in the room I slept in last night. Since then, I always had weird vibes from the room. It’s the coldest one in the house and even when I lived in the room during the semester I took off from college, I always had strange occurrences. Last night I expected a nightmare but instead I dreamed about a woman who stepped in as a mother for me. I have been blessed to have women like this my whole life, who have fed me and taken me to events as if I was there daughter. So I am so grateful for this dream and I take it as a great way to say goodbye to the place I’ve called home for 16 years