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[adrienmundi]

Strange dreams that ended in a highschool in a very conflicted area, between poor whites and poor blacks, both being pushed out by creeping gentrification. The action centered on one young, atypical teacher (art? social science? music?) and the older principal. The tension in the halls was so thick, I (temporarily in the part of the teacher) thought, "It's just like Kung Fu High, only without the martial arts". The teacher and principal were walking out with some students when two others ran out, one holding an olive branch, the other some different kind of tree limb, proclaiming that peace had been agreed upon (by the leaders of either group). Everyone was relieved, but it was dashed when later that night one of the band kids got murdered on the school steps. The teacher was distraught, and torn between thinking the poor white gang did it because the student wasn't white, or maybe the poor black gang did it as a pretext to restart hostilities.

Then it was like a tour of the creeping gentrification: shots of big, old houses remodeled, behind which were built secondary, tall, ugly apartments on the same lot, like someone stretched out a carriage house and made it six to eight stories tall. I remember thinking that maybe that would stop the violence, even while being appalled at the commodification, displacement and soullessness of it all.



I'll be happy when fairyhead gets back; my dreams make more sense to me when she's around.