Pixie Tail

I’m kinda embarrassed about last nights dream… was it racist? I don’t think so… but it was kinda odd. I don’t remember every dreaming of a person’s skin color before, but last night I did.

Not coming from a Branson condo… but maybe staying in one, I had a sister who was an African American. And she was adopted… and lived with us white folks. And she fit in well, but for some reason society convinced her that people with black skin were just not trustworthy, even though that is what she had.

So then I met another African American at school… I think it was at school, and befriended her. But my sister, having been programmed against her own skin color, didn’t like my new friend! But I liked them both and wanted them to get along.

It was weird… personally I think all people are created equal despite skin color.

Last night I dreamed that I was with Earl from My Name is Earl. He was a nice guy, though, not a redneck or trailer trash. I was married to him with a couple of kids. But our life was pretty rotten. So maybe we were trailer trash, but we had an apartment even though it was pretty poor and his job was bad.

We ended up time traveling into the past and I don’t remember too much about that now, but I do remember that we went to warn ourselves that we had a rotten life, and to be aware and change it.. but as we warned our past selves, we realized that the fact of warning ourselves is what made our future dismal in the first place.

So we had to go and stop ourselves from warning ourselves… and we managed to do that, and before our eyes our lives transformed and we were successful, the kids had their own rooms and were comfortable, we had nice things and we were happy.