Then suddenly there's a mini "race war" / riot? No? Just me? I had a dream that essentially led to me being the unwilling catalyst for a race war / riot. As the title suggests, it didn't start out like that. [b][u]*Fair warning*[/u][/b]: [spoiler][b][u]this is long as -blam!- and is [i]not[/i] a story thread. This mess of incoherent ramblings is just my best approximation of a dream I had. I normally don't bother to record my dreams, but I found this one too odd not to and figured there's no harm in posting it here while I do so.[/u][/b][/spoiler] [spoiler]My mum, sister and I were at some sort of school like office building or something. We had an appointment for I don't even know what. They were both in their "women moods" and some sort of argument happened that resulted in me going -blam!-thisshitImout.avi, so I was planning to leave but had to go through this convoluted security process. It was convoluted 'cause apparently, every woman was on the rag and couldn't do simple functions. The receptionist was having some sort of issue with her sister who also worked there. What that had to do with me or my leaving the place is beyond me, but it was effecting her to the point of not being able to do her simple task. Some weird dream shit happens at that point that I can't make sense of, then I'm on my way to leaving the building through one of the exits with two sets of double doors. In the space between the two doors, there's some baggage and other stuff -- some of it mine. How it got there I don't know (weird dream shit). Two of the bags I immediately recognize as being mine and proceed to pick them up. A third, rectangle shaped bag with wheels and a extendable handle catches my attention, something about the bag seems familiar, but I don't quite remember it being mine, so I ultimately decide to leave it. As I walk out, I see that there's suddenly a whole mess of people, both outside and some behind me exiting as well. This is odd 'cause the doors are glass and there was literally no one outside (or behind me) until I opened the door. As I walked out I noticed I inexplicably had two color pencils in my hand. One black and one brown (might have been green, can't remember). A woman, who was the apparent owner of the wheeled rectangle bag then flags me down and says I stole her black pencil. I pretty much told her to gtfo as I remembered it was indeed [i]my[/i] pencil that I was using for something specific along with other ones. She calls over her Johnny Sins looking husband, but he doesn't say or do anything. She refuses to -blam!- off and I refused to give her the pencil, so I snapped both of them multiple times and chucked them. I don't know what happens after that, but suddenly there's a whole bunch of people split into two sides. One side comprised of her and a bunch of white people of various demographics and social standings, but primarily the Confederate flag waving Maga hat wearing types. While my side was essentially the counter to that, with primarily BLM followers. Some weird dream shit happens, don't really know. All I remember at this point in the dream was me being heated and my mum telling me to calm the -blam!- down as both sides were feeding off my very presence. Something happened, don't remember what, but both groups started moving in opposite directions. The white group to the left and the black group to the right. As both groups moved, there was no shortage of verbal conflict or agitation, but neither side did anything. My mum kept trying to get me to the car so we could leave, but couldn't manage due to it being in the opposite direction the mass of people were moving in. The black side started acting pretty crazy and was on some Black Panther type shit (I mean both the group and the movie) talking about going to war or whatever as to group quickly picked up pace to the point of running. I overheard some of them talking and a guy saying a girl's name. The guy was corrected by her and was told not to call her by her "white name" (or something to that effect, I don't quite remember) and to call her by her "African name". I rolled my eyes and told them they're -blam!-ing stupid and starting breaking off from the group. Some weird dream shit happens and I find myself in some sort of auditorium that has two basketball hoops on stage for some reason. There was a girl that I pretty much told to give me the basketball and -blam!- off 'cause it had been a long time since I played and just wanted to shoot some hoops solo. She complied, but as she did, two other, bigger and older guys came out from the shadows wanting to play. I don't know what happens after that, but I then find myself in a vehicle with who I think were the same two guys (Idr) and I think we were trying to get out of town before the war started or something. We were driving down this single lane highway. To the left, was an area with a bunch of airplane hangers and solar panel looking things. It was some sort of flight school as their were constant groups of aircraft in the air going over various maneuvers while loud voices over unseen intercoms or control towers directed and critiqued them. To the right of the road was a single strip runway with all sorts of normal - strange looking hybrid aircrafts taking off, literally right next to us traveling in the opposite direction. This caused me to exhibit some child like joy as seeing each one take off made me excited even after the roof of the car was clipped by the nose of this UH-1 looking VTOL hybrid and nearly getting hit by some sort of Harrier... At that point, I woke up and was immediately disappointed as I realize that caused my dream to end.[/spoiler]