Auntie Em

While I’m at it, there was another recent dream that sort of sticks with me. I was at my aunt’s house with Mr. Trent. My Aunt was an eccentric Auntie Mame type, an artist. She lived in a prairie style house, with two floors, and it was painted red, like a barn. We were sitting in the front yard, and she had some of her work displayed for sale. Mr. Trent and I were both drawn to a piece of art with an Asian flair. I said how much I wanted it, and he said he wanted it too. I pointed out that my aunt made it, so I probably had the upper hand. There was more to the dream, but I found it interesting that this part stays with me. In the interest of full disclosure, I had watched Twister right before having that dream.