I hadn't documented last night's dream as it was sad, but last time I saw Daddy in a dream he'd said he had to go, and I was afraid I would not dream of him again. He was very old and sick in the dream. It took place at my grandparents' house, and his youngest sister, my aunt, was there.
Tonight's dream was strange as usual. Ron's cousin was in it as well as her old boyfriend and some other young men I did not know. They were swimming, racing, and had swim suits, goggles, and numbers. They were literally racing by race, which seemed pretty racist.
