Royalty

Dean: “I had the most interesting dream.”

Rose comes into our room asking us to care for her.

Me: “Just a minute, let Daddy tell me about his dream first.”

Dean: “I had created these two pieces of artwork, and without my knowing it a couple of my siblings had taken them and put them on the internet, and a company had bought them and was using them for their products and my siblings were collecting royalties without telling me.”

Me: “My dream was that my job was teaching Creative Dance to kids, and I showed up and found out the next day was the concert, and my kids didn’t know their dance yet — I think I hadn’t even been showing up to teach the class — and they didn’t have costumes, and I was trying to think of some kind of dance that they could learn well enough to perform it the next day, and get their costumes together. And there was some part where I was resisting, too — I think people were trying to get me to assemble the costumes for all the other classes, too, and I didn’t want to. And then I woke up just barely enough to tell myself, ‘Wait, I am NOT a dance teacher, I don’t have to do this. All I have to do is get on a plane today, and I did most of the packing last night.’ And it was a huge relief.”

Rose: “Now let me say my dream.”

Me: “Okay.”

Rose: [Pause.]

Me: “Did you dream you had breakfast?”

Rose: “No, let me do it myself! My dream was . . . I had breakfast, and cereal, and I was looking in the window of the black and dark blue car.”

Me: (to Dean) “Oops, my mind drifted off for a second there — what was the middle part of what she said?”

Dean: “She was looking in the window of the black car.”

Rose: “No, it was the window of the black and dark blue car.”

Me: “Oh, yeah. Like the color of the rental car. Okay, let’s get some breakfast for you, Rose.”

Dean: “There were some other funny details in my dream — like, I had taken a picture of myself in priest’s clothing . . . “

Me: “Like in a costume?”

Dean: “Yeah. And this auto parts company had taken that image and used it in their packaging . . .”

Me: “Like ‘Priest Dean Auto Parts?’”

Dean: “Well I never did get to see the packaging to see how they used the image. But I was trying to find out how much money I was owed and they were telling me you look at the last four numbers of the product number, and that tells you how much royalties you get for every $250 of sales.”

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A couple minutes later Dean has gotten Rose some breakfast and I’m waiting for Dean’s laptop to start up so I can write this post.

Dean: “I think my dream was a metaphor for what you’re doing right now.”

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