December 6, 2017

Last night I dreamed of Prince again. It was an overcast day. I was milling about in a crowd at a craft fair, looking at items on a folding table. I heard a noise and turned just as Prince appeared in the crowd. This was young Prince with the bouncy, feathered hair. He was wearing a too-tight gold spandex shirt and a pair of green shorts. He walked up to a middle-aged white woman and held out a set of old iron keys on a heavy cast-iron key ring. He was looking at me with a big cheesy grin and he handed them over. The woman was surprised and rather uncomfortable by the gesture and didn’t know what to do with the keys. She blushed and shared an embarrassing look with her friend.

But I was livid. How he gon show up in my dream to give something to somebody else!? I started to object, but I woke up before I could open my mouth.