A Funeral Procession

My name is Rashid Darden and I like dreams.

Last night I dreamed in two parts. The first part is too saucy to discuss. The second part is that I was standing on 2nd and Kennedy in Northwest DC and a funeral procession was getting organized near me. I have no idea whose funeral it was, but the casket was pretty ornate–covered with blue pastel scalloped drapery.