a girl in my high school art class, many years ago, approached me one day with a grave look and told me to avoid going to some place at the mall at night because she had a dream the night before in which i was raped by a large black man (i am male, by the way). earlier that week, my best friend had revealed a dream she had in which i had sculpted a life-like wax reproduction of my head and feigned my own decapitation.