5-14-11

There is some kind of convention going on. A group of black males are here along with a white male speaker. I here but in what capacity I'm not sure because I've forgotten the rest of the dream.

What I do remember is going outside the small building where the convention is being held. It's surrounded by a nice wooded area and it's summer. A strange Caucasian man comes out of the woods wearing a light jacket and carrying utensils for barbequing. He asks me if I'd like to see what he has cooking, but I'm very suspicious because there's something creepy about him. He becomes insistent and the man who is in charge of the convention looks out the window and yells at the stranger and tells him to beat it.

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