The other night I had a dream of cleaning out my house. It was an old house that had been built and added onto in odds ways. It had lots of clutter, dust and cobwebs. I was rethinking how to redo and organize the house. I was intensely cleaning, but every time I thought that things were now clean, I would find even more old cobwebs and cluttery doodads that have been lost over time. A woman that reminded me of an actress friend of mine, Pamela Finney, was like the housekeeper or matron of the house and was sort of telling me what to do. I realized I was holding onto some of her things, that I didn't realize, and returned them to her. At the front of the house there was a entryway with lush plants growing everywhere. I was reconfiguring where the mail slot should be without compromising the security of the house, but still opening up the inside of the house to let in more light and see the garden area outside.
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