In my dream last night, my daughter had changed her hair. It was straight, then loosely curly. The locs were gone. She then turned into a different girl, but she was still my daughter. I grabbed her and took her away from the classroom full of students. "You're Black," I told her, as I held her chin. She wiggled her way out of my grip. She looked like she wanted to cry OR exclaim that she wasn't Black OR that she didn't want to be Black. Damn. Then she got lighter. In my mind, I knew that her dad wasn't a Black man. My baby became "mixed". The expression in her eyes said that she wanted to challenge me w/ whether or not she WAS Black. Crazy. What the hell did that dream mean?
lolI ran into a stranded Lemmy in the long term parking at Ontario airport while out taking a late night drive. He asked me to give him a ride back to Hollywood.