Title: Tolerance/Giant disease (viewed by 0 registered dreamers, whilst MisleadingHitCount reads 2006)
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Date: Sat 17 Feb 07
It felt like I was in North Carolina in the 1930s. I was standing on a rocky road by a restaurant when I saw all these black people standing around and a white woman closing the door of the restaurant. I
asked one of them (the dream sense told me he was a good friend of mine) "She didn't just lock y'all out, did she??" I went into the restaurant and I was trying to talk to the woman about her restaurant.
When I glanced to a window, I saw a van right by the glass with all these old ladies in it and I immediately knew that they were the reason why the woman threw out the black customers. I told her, "Don't let those old bitches tell you what to do!"
A woman sitting nearby frowned at me and I immediately apologized. "Excuse my language. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." And she smiled a bit in her way of saying she forgave me.
I followed the woman into the back and I told her, "Don't let those old biddies tell you what to do! Don't alienate your black customers just because of them. Besides, I guarantee you that they'll come back anyways after the tension gets sorted out."
The woman agreed and went out to the front to talk to her black customers who were waiting around out of anger.
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This was a bit spotty. I'm at a school and I believe a principal was talking to me and one other person. Some issue came up about the giant disease and I said "Yeah, just like it happened to -"
And then I had a flashback. A group of friends and I were biking around when suddenly one friend fell of his bike. He suddenly grew bigger and bigger till he was a 30' giant. I never saw him again after.
I realized I was still at the principal's office and I patted the papers, "Let's get back to the papers. What do they say?" and the principal was looking at me suspiciously before he continued on.
The next I remember, I am now at home in my bedroom when my brother-in-law rushes into the room all excitedly saying that he 'grew an inch'. He was shorter than me so I couldn't tell. I wasn't amused because this wasn't something you joked about. Becoming a giant was serious stuff because the family could get shunned by the neighborhood. No one knew if it was contagious or not and no one wanted to risk it.
I told him I didn't believe him so he pulled me into a hug and said, "You'll see." After a minute, I realized he had another growth spurt and my feet left the floor. I was stunned as he let go of me and I looked up at him. He was a foot taller than me now. I said, "You gotta get out of the house before you
get too big!"
He left my room and I left as well. I hurried into the garage to look for something. After a minute, my brother-in-law came into the garage and I thought he left the house by now. He went to the garage door and tried to open it but there was so much junk in the way. I told him to lay down so that if he
grows, he can easily crawl out of the garage.
When he laid down, I talked to him for a bit. "Where are you gonna go? What are you gonna do?" He said he was gonna live here but I was concerned about that.
"If you live here, your child won't be able to go to school. Your son is in first grade and his most favorite thing right now is recess." If my brother-in-law chose to stay, we'd pay for it. No one would want to do anything with us. His kids wouldn't be able to go to school or anything. I could tell I was
getting through to him because his face showed that he was in deep thinking. I guess he wasn't excited about growing anymore.
Then I went to sleep in the garage and didn't see him when I woke.
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