long lost family members in my head

I dreamt that I'm mowing a lawn I don't quite recognize with an electric mower as I did for so many years in Kirkland. While I mow the front, Evil Sister in the back yard is raking maple leaves - the kind you find in Seattle, not Florida, where we grew up. I finish the front, but ES hasn't made much progress with the raking. She's been bagging the leaves, which we never did growing up, but now she's nowhere in sight. I stop mowing.

Later that night, I'm in the unfamiliar darkened house, and I'm thirsty so I go to the kitchen for a glass of water. I hear familiar shuffling footsteps. Dad walks in, and he's there for the same reason. I can't find the cups, but he does: a tall stack of clear plastic ones that would have been right in front of me if I hadn't started moving around so much trying to find them. Dad gets his water first. He hasn't said a word. Then my alarm goes off.

That's the second time this week that my father's appeared in a dream. Go away, woo woo, go away.