A more recent dream I had was that I was a black man, with a twin brother. We were both hitmen, and were in a downtown urban environment for our next job. Before we went to work we stopped at a Vietnamese bar for some lunch. The locals there were racist and tried to kick us out, but my brother and I pulled our guns out and chased the closed-minded ones out of the building. After speaking with the owner and barman briefly we reached an understanding that we were okay, and traded stories about the best places to get Pho.
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