Creativity - October 9, 2008

I dreamed I had a big house with one room that I had never done anything with. I decided to move furniture into it and fix it up and make it part of the house, so I did. It was lovely. I knew my dad would be proud of me. My dad was there and he approved.

Then I went somewhere and when I got home my daughter (who was very young at the time) had painted it. She had painted all the walls funky colors and done designs on it. I was trying to be supportive of her creativity but I was thinking, "Oh my God. What about the landlords? They're gonna freak out about this." Apparently I was a renter.

And then we were outside in a limo-like car, moving very fast down the road. Somehow my daughter had arranged this, too, and I knew I was going to have to pay for it. Everything was going past my window at warp speed and I was getting dizzy.

I said, "What is this vehicle and who is driving it?" And a lady up front said, "I am. Just treat it like a bus." I said, "Well, thank you, but after today, your services will no longer be required." And she said, "That's good. That's right. That's as it should be. You're a good mother and a good Catholic." (I'm not a Catholic.)

At one time I went into my bathroom and found my friend, Anita (who passed away in 1995) drawing beautiful pictures on the wall. I said, "Those are very nice, but they will wash off ... right?" And she wiped one off and laughed and I said, "Oh good. But now you have to re-do that one!"