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.