Last night I dreamt that my father was in my studio surfing the internet on my machine for some reason, looking for gosh only knows what. And he was on the phone talking to somebody and I thought that he might have brought up one of my journal entries from my folder full of stuff, and so I just kind of said, "my father, I'm sorry, but this is time and you have to move, you have to let me close this out." I closed it out and underneath it was the website that he had been looking at, and next thing I knew, I was sitting down in the chair and he was on the phone talking to some relatives. It was like I was listening in on a conversation almost. And I wasn't really on a website for any purpose; I was just exploring it. And apparently it was like a, you know the front of a Christmas cherub's (?) box that was real kind of crazy colors? That's what the theme of the website was for some reason. And I was kind of thinking, "Okay, I can do a search on the internet for anything I want." And shortly after that I woke up.