I was with my family at what seemed to be a dusty
fair ground. It was like a
flea market crossed with a
refugee camp. Everyone there was Black, or Latino or the member of some other
ethnic minority. We were waiting in line under a big white tent. There were folding tables and we had to go to each one. A
perky blond woman in a white blouse and blue suit was checking the forms I had filled out. She worked for the
department of homeland security and she was doing some kind of “
alien registration” only in
my dream the group of people who had to
register included Blacks, Hispanic people, anyone not from the US and anyone with a religion other than Christianity of Judaism.
It was not an unpleasant place, but I kept seeing these flyers with the faces of “
wanted” men. At first it was just the same guys from the news, but then I realized that some of the people were
people I knew. I left the camp after showing
papers that proved I was I
high school teacher. If you had a “
professional” job you could leave but otherwise you had to stay. My mother and aunt went with me.
Then I was trying to hide. I was in an old wooden house and a
police man came by and gave me one of the
wanted posters. When I looked at it --I saw it was a poster of myself! I almost panicked but the police man hadn’t noticed.
I left through the
back door—I saw my Aunt in her
SUV out there and she told me she was going to
Canada because something
terrible was going to happen.
I don’t know if I went with her or not.