Shoenew? | Angry Joe At A Motel

Dream 1

Near the end of this dream I remember walking through a building, and during this time I got stopped several times by several old people with dark-color skin who knew my dad.

At the beginning of each conversation several of them said that at first they almost thought that I might be a woman, which made no sense to me because I do not look or walk or act or dress or sound et cetera like a woman, and I was bald in the dream; and so this confused me, but I did not ask why they thought that.

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