I dreamed that I was watching my own opera, sitting in the front row. There was no orchestra pit. The scene suddenly changed and it seemed that "Jesus Christ Superstar" was being performed as a entr'acte. However, it was a modern dress production and the set looked like a row of Baltimore townhouses in a lower middle income neighourhood. Except they were all painted a yellowish-green. There were low wooden green fences in front of the houses and a man in bell-bottom green trousers was climbing over one to go up the steps to the front door of a house.

I find myself outside the theater now on a street that actually seems to be a continuation of the theater set. It is a cul-de-sac and I am climbing over a fence to go up the steps into a house. I am looking for something and don't remember what, and can't find it. As I stand on the porch I try reaching into the mailbox and it is huge and cavernous inside, big enough for a whole person to crawl through and crawl out the the other side. There is a woman in the house, an older black lady. She is dressed in black with a white apron. She works in the White House.

Two skinheads, one a fat boy and another an older man, come up to the porch. The look threateningly at the lady. They appear to be the cliché image of white supremacists. "Help me with my homework," the boy says, "I gotta name three Germans."

I don't recall who is named by the lady but then the boy turns to me and I feel really threatened, intimidated, and suddenly, in my dream, I realize that I am black. "Gimme a name!"

The first name I think of in my mind is Hitler, but the name Luther instead appears in my mind on a kind of parchment vision, its letters (in Fraktur script) obliterating Hitler's name. I try to say "Martin", but instead I end up saying "Martha." I wait to be attacked.

Instead, the boy seems satisfied, and writes it down. I realize he is uneducated and doesn't know the names of ANY Germans. He walks away as I wake up.