Last night I commented on someone’s Facebook post about Israel, the Labour Party, and the IHRA definition of antisemitism so I went to sleep expecting to get into a fight about that. But then I had a dream that I was yelling at him about Taika Waititi and how terrible Thor: Ragnarok was and he was calling me a racist because of that. Also, for some reason I had to print out his dissertation, which was 1000 pages, while mine was a measly 200 and had pictures (it doesn’t) and somehow my dissertation defense involved a bunch of people acting it out. And it merged in my head with my undergraduate honors thesis, which was about W.E.B. DuBois’s philosophy of race, and there was an issue about whether I’m allowed to write about that because I’m white.