Reminds me of a story that certainly was told first in the times of U.S. slavery:
An elderly plantation owner wakes up in distress and being helped by his old black servant to dress, he tells Tom of the dream that troubled his sleep.
"...so I died and went to heaven. Alright, says I. But then I saw thatSt. Peter had made a terrible mistake-- everywhere I looked there were only pickaninnies and black folk everywhere cavorting around and singing, walking in and out of their shanties with watermelons in their hands and big grins on their faces-- He had put me in black heaven!!! I tell you, Tom, it was horrible, just horrible!"
Whilst his master shuddered, Tom said " That is terrible, yes, STRANGE. You see, Marse John,I had a dream last night most bad as that."
"And what was your dream, Tom?"
"Well, like you, I dreamed I died and went to heaven, 'n St. Peter messed me up, too. Cause there I was midst pearly gates 'n gold streets 'n all. Homes Grand and big with tall marble columns all bright n fine... "
"O, Tom, you were in White man's heaven!" exclaimed his master.
"Could be, could be. But there was nobody there at all."