Egyptian Joe

Last night I dreamt that I adopted a kid from Egypt called Joe. He was an adorable little baby, and I ended up with him through some kind of mishap at the adoption agency. I was supposed to adopt a white kid - Joe was black - the following day, but I grew so fond of Joe that I didn't want another kid aswell. Strange thing was though, that as I signed the adoption papers I asked the guy who was handing Joe over to me if he thought it would be a problem for me to raise a black child. Normally I'm very pro interracial adoptions, so why I would have these doubts in my dream is a bit of a mystery. I was very happy about Egyptian Joe anyhow, and he was an extremely well-behaved baby, not crying once, just smiling and looking happy as I was carrying him around on my hip.