I had a dream last night. I was back in the Caribbean at my grand parents'. These college kids walked by the house. Three girls and two guys. Then I was suddenly walking too. Walking beside them but not with them. One of the girls turned to me and told me something about a nickname they call one of the other girls. I've never seen any of them. They were all pretty. Everybody ... except me. I didn't want to walk next to them anymore but she kept telling me about the nickname. I looked away and said it was cute.

Suddenly we were at this convention type thing ... back in the 50's or so. Those kids were the only white people at this thing. People were angry around them but they didn't care. I was looking at them and trying to tell them they should leave before they get hurt or something. They didn't at first .... then we all did. They were my friends now and I felt really nice. We were laughing and chatting and it felt really nice. I felt beautiful around them for some reason. We made more friends and we all hung out. I was really happy. I felt it. I woke up soon after.