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I married a French woman and we consummated our union on top of a 10 story old stone church. We were living on the Independence square in my grandfather's old office. My mother came over one day upset; her ex-husband accused her of being a pedophile and she was going to lose her job. Luckily for us, he had recently had his chemo-ridden brain replace with a cyberbrain. My wife was a professional hacker and she broke through his firewall. While there, I extracted the necessary evidence to clear my mother and then planted a virus, one I designed myself, which killed him of "natural" causes after the trial was over. Later, my wife and I were going to community college at the Independence Center Mall. We studied computer languages. While in the food court with some of our friends we noticed the fashion department having a runway show on the catwalks above us. They were modeling wedding dresses and tuxedos for gay weddings. When a bunch of the models backed out, my French wife convinced our friends and me to participate. She walked me down the isle in tuxedo, I in beautiful white gown. She had a drawn on mustache, slicked back black hair, top hat, etc. We kissed and had a good time. Unfortunately, that was the final good time of the dream. It flash forwarded to bad times in the future. She was sleeping with all my friends which started getting on my nerves and we were signing divorce papers.==========================================I was in a hurry. It was dark and cold outside. I was late for class. The city was Kansas City but in a Dark City fashion. Again, my school, this time UMKC, was in a mall, Crown Center. There was some sort of organizing or protest going on outside, but I was in too much of a hurry to figure out what was going on. It was mostly black or brown students. I rushed to my class once inside, just past Z-Tecca. I sat in the back next to the gimpy guy with a plane but attractive girl I'd never spoken to next to me. After about 10 minutes of class there was a violent banging on the door as if someone was trying to break in. I looked around and realized that this class was full of white or light skinned people. They all started screaming and cowering in the corner like this was Columbine or something. My dream body knew what was happening and sprung into action, but my passive observer mind had no clue. I broke the desk top and held it like a shield, broke off the leg and used it as a blunt object. I told the gimp to stand behind me and use his crutch. Just then the door sprung open and there was a crowd of blacks with knives and sticks. We started beating the shit out of each other. I beat the first couple in front of me but several had gotten past and were beating some white girls next to me. I swung for the fences, knocking each of them out in one blow to the back of the head. I dropped my weapons and fled the building. All over the campus dark people were dragging light skinned people into the streets and beating them to death. I saw administrators, professors, students, janitors, all engaged in this battle. Periodically on my way home I was confronted by several gangs but usually got away unscathed. I tried to get on the bus and wasn't allowed because I was white. Apparently, people of color had finally realized the extraction and transfer system placed upon them and they were blaming those with fare skin. Once in the safety of my apartment I barricaded myself in. I wasn't sure how my neighbors would react as they are all mostly Indian. Before I woke up, I remember thinking that they were still missing the point. It isn't average white people exploiting them, its corporations.=====================================my mother's couch makes me dream good.