Hung out with a Korean guy named Saul in my dream today (might have been Vietnamese and my spelling may be off - I remember him trying to correct me on some detail of pronunciation - but then, it was also a dream so whatever) ; we caught a movie in some theater with a discount Asian section and began by him yelling at me, telling me to go sit in the European section and stop taking up the discount seats - calling me a racist. By the end, though, we were joking about the film's blatant stereotyping and doubling over, laughing, at some of the character portrayals of asians and americans, both. He admitted he'd made a mistake, stereotyping me at the beginning and we shook hands and parted as friends. "See you again tonight," he says, as if we were going to hang out and catch another movie ... he turned out to be a cool guy, can't say I'd mind adding him to the gang.
It's always weird running into interesting people in dreams; getting to know them a bit, talking with them, learning something about their personalities and then waking and up and realizing, "well damn".
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