Way too much dreaming last night. Very little is remembered from it. A visual, immersive version of The Beatles's Revolution Number Nine. Unfortunately they made some sense.
One thing stands out from the dream. I was climbing a slope somewhere in Colorado. The ground was very red and there were many black rocks scattered around the landscape. Frank Sinatra was my companion. He reached the top of the slope before me and sat down on a ledge where he became a bust rather than a full human. By the time I reached him, he had already faded into the surrounding terrain.
Later I went to a bank to buy some books. The bank was geared towards white supremacists but there was this big black guy waiting at the counter. Suddenly people from work started getting in line behind me. I became very self conscious about my presence but found out that the bank's nature was misleading for all.

The End. Thankfully.