The White Buffalo

Dreams 1/12

 Couple of long indescriptive kinds of dreams:first, I was at some sort of huge craft festival held either outdoors in tents or in a parking lot, maybe both. There was a long table of felted Disney items. Not sure what they were, pillowcases and tea cozies, maybe. There was a big Cheshire Cat head that a young black girl in a soft yellow hat was looking over. I had a companion, I believe, but not sure who she was. I was walking for a long time thinking that there was nothing there worth buying. It was a bust. 

Next, I was in a crowded old-fashioned diner; one of my old students was there. At least, I think he was an old student, know I know him from somewhere: big dark haired boy. Maybe he was just a boy at school I didn't have in class. He was plotting something, all that I know. 

Dreams 2/12

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.