Bad dreams get tangled in the webbing and perish with the first light of day. I've had my share of dreams, but I understand what Langston Hughes meant about 'dreams deferred'. Growing up Japanese-American and female, I understood very early, very clearly, that my boundaries were limited. My family couldn't live where we chose, we kids couldn't play where we wanted, we couldn't eat in certain places. And, in our family, the dreams of us four girls came after the four boys could spin theirs out.
Limited boundaries spawn limited dreams.
Or wild and wacky ones. My mother wanted me to be a nurse. I didn't like their shoes, so I prepared to be a typist clerk. And, along with all Japanese Americans on the West Coast, I was forced into a concentration camp. To make a long story short, I married a man there, who, when I had just birthed a baby boy, was drafted into the U.S. Military Intelligence Service.