Just before waking this morning, I dreamed I had moved back into the old house and furnished my childhood room with the turret as a studio. My first creative writing teacher Tom Brush was there and suggested that I rent the place out when I wasn't in residence -- apparently I still had a teaching job and would only be in Santa Cruz part of the year. I was saying I'd want to be very exclusive and limit the rentals to people I knew and trusted. I could tell Tom was a little envious. This is another dream about repossessing my childhood, I think.