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Dalton Hall is the disgusting food cafeteria at my college that I swore never to eat at again.
I dreamt that I was there to eat and the layout was quite different, but it was certainly the same place. I had my food, but I needed to choose a place to sit down, I saw a group of people people that I knew from high school, but didn't want to sit with them, so I sat at a table with a group of black people. Shortly after I sat down, the black guy to my left said, "You can leave now." So I attempted to calmly and respectfully ask why, but he just got angry. At some point he either became a black female or she started yelling instead. My tray of food somehow managed to get smashed on the floor and I calmly left the table. A friend of mine, Alex, was now at that table with the black people. (She has a group of black friends in her hometown, but doesn't associate with blacks generally) I don't know if she was there the whole time, but that woul explain why I sat there. She yelled something about how she and I are supposed to have a conversation or something, whatever it was, it was friendly and not serious. I told her that she'll have to come sit with me because I'm not allowed to sit there. So for some reason I decided to take her to the table with my high school acquaintances. I think my dream skipped to a part where I'm wondering what to do about the tray, so I went up to where you usually pay for youe tray of food or whatever and told them that someone caused me to break my tray on the floor, but that I took responsibility. They seemed understanding about it.
Then I woke up.

I'm wondering if this is representing how I feel about typical black people. I feel like most of them are the stereotypical, scumbags that are often referred to as "niggas". Even when you treat them with respect and understanding, they just want to be angry at the white man.
Me trying to reason with them might represent how I wish I could reach them and make them understand and stop being so stupid.