I had a dream that I was a slave that loved to read and write. One of my fellow Africans that was enslaved snitched and told the slave master that I was holding secret meetings, had a stash of books, and was in love with black woman in the neighboring plantation that I wrote love letters to everyday. The slave master and the snitch came to my cabin one late night to tie me up and whip me while I watched them burn my books and letters. I was livid and in great pain. Then I woke up...

What do you think this dream mean because I never had a nightmare like this?

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