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Jazz singer Billie Holiday vs the US Government?! Her song Strange Fruit, written by Abel Meeropol about the treatment of African Americans in the community, is what started the whole altercation. Especially when Harry Anslinger, the Head of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics got involved, he set out to ensnare the Idol any way he could.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, and I drove on the bridge leaving the city of LC with a man with light-color skin who wanted to stop on the bridge to get close to the water/river/bayou/lake/whatever.
We stopped on the bridge and stood on the edge, the man wanted to swim in the water or something like that even though I told him that it was not a good idea because of alligators and snakes et cetera, but he possibly jumped in anyway and did not come back up or I just daydreamed several possible scenarios.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day and I drove my automobile to a fictional city, and I drove around to different places in this city.
I went to different stores (businesses) and I met and talked with several people in person and maybe by mobile phone including some of my former classmates and some of my family, and someone told me about some very good chips that they liked that were called something like Salsa Max TD or Salsa TD Max which were some very good and flavorful salsa chips according to whoever told me this.
I planned to go buy some of these chips later and at some point I met my former male classmate LT, we went to a store, and we bought some items and he bought some chips that included the Salsa Max TD or Salsa TD Max chips that he also said were very good.
He let me taste one of the salsa chips and they were very flavorful and good, I could taste them and they had real texture almost like Doritos brand chips but maybe crunchier, and they probably tasted like an intense combination of salsa chips with cool ranch chips and maybe something else.
For some unknown reason I did not buy some even though we were at the store, we said goodbye and went our separate ways, and at some point I was inside a building or house or library where I was looking at some fictional Peanuts DVDs and maybe a few books.
There were some fictional animated Peanuts films like Peanuts In Space, Peanaruto which was based on the Japanese animeNaruto, several other Peanuts films and episodes based on Japanese animes, and several other Peanuts films and episodes and maybe books.
I remember calling some of my family (my mom and maybe one of my brothers) to tell them about this, I then bought or rented several of the DVDs, and then I went to take them to my mom’s house and visit her and some of my family.
My mom in this dream was a fictional woman with white skin with short dark hair wearing makeup and lipstick and thin altered and maybe drawn on or partly drawn on eyebrows with large circle earrings, and she chewed gum and was loud and was outgoing and was somewhat harsh and cursed and spoke with a different accent (maybe New Jersey or Brooklyn or Boston or a somewhat rough American English accent like that) and she was not like my real mom at all.
For some unknown reason I recognized her as my mom and I did not realize that this was a dream even though she was not my real mom or like my real mom in any way except for skin color and maybe hair color but my mom has longer hair and a different hair style.
My real mom does not wear makeup, does not have altered or fake or partly fake eyebrows, is not loud, speaks English with a different accent, does not curse, is not outgoing, is not harsh, et cetera.
My fake mom in this dream reminded me of some of the characters played by one or more actresses who I can not remember, usually involved with villains and crime and the mafia, or the strong independent outgoing loud harsh mean et cetera type.
I went to my mom’s house or apartment which was in this fictional city I think, my mom was addicted to either some drugs and/or those Salsa Max TD or Salsa TD Max chips and that brand and/or some of those chip flavors from that brand had drugs in them, and so I tried to help her break her addiction.
It was not an easy process but I was there for my fake mom as she would have cravings for the chips and/or drugs, I would have to calm her down and physically stop her from eating (taking) them, and she would yell and curse at me and probably try to attack me.
My method (maybe cold turkey and/or slow withdrawal) was probably working though, I was determined to help my fake mom break the addiction, and so I was there for her every step of the way; and so I did not take any of her verbal and physical attacks personally.
There was more to this dream before, during, and after this but that is all that I can remember of this dream.