In October of 2019, I had a dream.  I’m not using my Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. voice.  I literally had a dream that unsettled me.  It wasn’t a scary dream.  By now, I’m sure you’re wondering what the dream was about.  Alright.  I’ll tell you. I was riding with a cousin in the backseat of a car.  She had a chauffeur.  It was a nice car.  Cream leather interior.  Spacious backseat.  The kind of car that I wouldn’t mind being driven around in in non-dream life.  We were driving along a stretch of highway in the desert on a beautiful sunny day. It actually appeared to be the Painted…