In the category of weird dreams....

Last night I dreamed about my daughter Cara. She and I are not, apparently, on speaking terms. Although I am not sure why she is so mad at me, I think she blames me for being a much-less-than perfect father, for being human. I love her more than my life and would like to establish a rapprochement with her but can't force her to talk to me.

Anyway, in the dream she decides to talk to me. I am overjoyed and I am giving her a boat, some old paddlewheeler type of riverboat. Running around the edge of the boat's main cabin deck is a paper banner. This banner is some form of currency and she is able to pull bits of the banner down as she wishes, to use to sustain herself. On the inside of the boat, running along the cieling in the corner, is a a rust coloured pipe. It has our family name written all along it, in brown script writing, over and over again throughout the boat.

I know that there is some sort of liquid in this pipe which I have left to her too, something which I know is to benefit her, that is part of her as much as a part of me (life's blood?) She, however, wants nothing to do with that. She only wants the banner and the boat itself. Anyway, go figure!