Weird dream this morning.
I was at a playground with my husband, swinging on the swings, there were other people we knew there as well, swinging, also playing on the other equipment. The Oprah show was there filming on location how kids and parents interact. There was an audience there also, though they were very unobtrusive.
This one white couple-husband, big & brawny, obnoxiously loud, wife, petite & quiet, almost as though constantly intimidated by her husband-were there being interviewed while their 2 kids-black boy, white girl, both big & brawny like dad-played on the playground equipment. The girl seemed to be constantly picking on the boy, and shoving him, but always when the parents weren’t looking. At one point, the boy ran over to dad, crying & very upset, to tell on his sister. Well, the dad got up and went over to the girl, and just started beating the hell out of her, resulting in her red-faced & screaming. Oprah steps in, and gets everything quieted down, so that she can now discuss what just happened with everyone involved.
As I’ve been observing this over on the swings, I start to get really upset myself, until I’m crying. Oprah asks me to join them, and then asks what she can do to help, what would make me feel better. I reply, not looking at Oprah, but rather glaring at the dad, that what would make me feel better is to hit him as hard as I possibly can. The dad is okay with this, as long it will make me feel better. So I make a fist, and haul off and whale him as hard as I can right in the upper arm.
That’s when I wake up.