My first ethnic identity dream c. 1979

I'm naked and lying face down in my room buried under piles of toys and clothes. A couple walks in. Although I can't see them, I know that they are Caucasian and that they are carrying shopping baskets.

They start to pick through my toys, saying things like "wouldn't this make a lovely gift for so-and-so?" I get nervous as they zero in on my hiding spot, one of them finally picking up a toy that reveals my bare bottom as the rest of me remains concealed. They mistake my butt cheeks for two eggs.

"Oh honey, that reminds me. We need to get some eggs," the wife says.

"But those are brown," the husband says, disappointed. "We always get white eggs."

She replies, "but brown eggs are better, aren't they?"