UBER dream
Every once in a while, I can remember a dream. But not too often.
A few nights ago I had an atypical dream. My dreams are not political. I do not overturn capitalism in my dreams or shout Black Lives Matter They are usually soft and gentle, in jungles or beaches green and slow and well intentioned. Friday I can't say why I dreamt about UBER and how the drivers have no protection and why that is bad for everyone and about the idea of us and how we all choose different battles and I haven't picked Uber but maybe those drivers at the mercy of a telephone app those drivers need help. And then I tried to change my dream move over somewhere else back into the Puerto Rican rain forest or Long Beach Island but I woke up saying UBER out loud.