For someone who says he doesn't remember his dreams, their recall is becoming more frequent. Last night, I dreamt that I was in a leafy suburb of New York on "The Protest Bus" – also known as "The P.E. Bus" because Chuck D from Public Enemy had bought and repurposed it to raise awareness of racial injustice. The bus had somehow been involved in the death of a black youth and was deemed a fitting vehicle (if you'll pardon the pun) for spreading the word.
The inside was all covered in Hip Hop style graffiti on a mainly yellow background – I don't know why the background colour mattered but it seemed to at the time. Chuck D himself was on the bus. I recall looking around at the other passengers, wondering why they were there and vowing to wait and take photos once everyone else had gotten off. I didn't and was annoyed at myself for not doing so.
The bus was taking us to some kind of event at a community centre, no doubt related to the cause. I walked up to a table where people were taking names and supplying badges but that's where the dream tailed off. I then just have vague memories of realising my phone had been recording video whilst on the bus giving me glances of things I didn't notice at the time, allowing me to clip images of the things I had wanted to capture, and Chuck D pulling a very strange face.
Make of that what you will.
