In my dream it was thanksgiving, we hired a woman to help us slaughter the pig and help cook. Dad was angry and sad because I was ordering him around. A guy gave me a love letter in front of his gf, and the gf and I schemed how to get back at him. The cook and I became friends. Dad was drinking too much, he gave me a kiss and I smelled alcohole. I told him to get off it and stop moping. "Thats what Blacks do, we see how it is and we get over it."/"Thats what Blacks do, we acknowledge our feelings and we get over it." The cook was a little unprofessional, but I liked it.