List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
As a blogger and I am not making any money doing this, then this is the only thing I would do.
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
As a blogger and I am not making any money doing this, then this is the only thing I would do.
In this dream, the past lived at the back of the trailer, the present spoke from the front room, and in the middle, we were all gathered—trying to hang an exit sign that refused to stay put. What does it mean when even the way out won’t hold steady?
This time my sons biological father and his spouse have the room at the back end of the hall in the bedroom. I don’t see them but I know they are there. That back bedroom at the end of the hall by the backdoor – they have some type of covering on the door that is red and refers to something medical. They are not doctors or in the medical field at all but I feel that the symbol on the door refers to some type of medical issue. And at the front lives a woman in a wheelchair and her husband. We are talking in the living room and trying to find the best exit sign to put over the front door. We are also talking about her job. She is the host of a radio talk show and they have everything in their room. Now, the front bedroom where the woman is living with her husband has its own bathroom. It is the master bedroom. Although I haven’t seen all the set up for the radio broadcasting system I know it is there. This woman has short brown hair and is skinny. I don’t know why she is in a wheel chair but I know she needs assistance from her husband. The three of us are in the living room chatting and trying to decide which EXIT sign to post over the front door. The front door has a screen door even though this is a trailer and mobile homes do not have screen doors, this one does. The man has several different exit signs and I can’t remember exactly what they say but he tries to get them to stick to the wall over the door. Some stickers are bigger than other. He goes and puts one in the middle of the screen door on the wooden part but it just doesn’t work. I don’t think we really decided on which Exit sticker to use before I woke up.
This dream is layered with symbols that reach into both your past and your present, pulling them into one space—the trailer. Trailers in dreams often represent impermanence, transition, or roots that are simple yet meaningful. They are humble shelters, but not meant to be permanent. The fact that this dream repeats in a trailer suggests that your subconscious sees this place as a meeting ground between different eras of your life.
✨ Dream hack: Next time you find yourself back at the trailer in your dream, ask yourself “Who else is here with me? What’s outside the door?” That detail often unlocks the message.
In this dream, your son’s biological father and his partner occupy the back bedroom. You don’t see them, but you know they’re there—like shadows of the past who still exist in the architecture of your life, even if they no longer sit at the table. Their door is covered with something red that suggests a medical symbol. Though they are not doctors, this could point toward underlying issues—something about them or that relationship that has a connection to health, healing, or wounds that never fully healed. Red often represents urgency, blood, or something vital. This back room becomes the chamber of memory, holding unresolved connections and possible concerns that stay in the background of your subconscious.
At the opposite end, the master bedroom, lives the woman in the wheelchair with her husband. This room represents the present and the part of yourself that is moving forward despite limitations. She is thin, short-haired, and needs support from her partner, but she is also a radio talk show host. That is powerful. The wheelchair shows restriction or dependence, but the radio symbolizes communication, broadcasting, and influence. This is the voice that reaches others—even from a place of limitation. She and her husband “have everything in their room” for her work, reminding you that even if parts of you feel restricted, you already have the tools you need to put your voice into the world. This clearly reflects your own creative life—the woman in the wheelchair may be a mirror of you: resilient, resourceful, and determined to keep speaking despite obstacles.
The living room is the heart of the dream. It is the public space, the “you” that meets others. Here, the past (back bedroom) and the present (front bedroom) come together, not in conflict, but in conversation. It is a council of sorts—your subconscious gathering different aspects of your life into one place to talk things over.
The central action is the search for the right EXIT sign to place above the door. Exit signs are about direction, clarity, and safety—finding the way forward, or the way out of confusion. The fact that there are several signs, in different sizes and shapes, suggests choices in your real life. Which path should you take? How do you make sure the way forward is clearly marked?
The husband in the dream tries to place a sign on the screen door, but it doesn’t stick. A screen door on a trailer is unusual—it’s a boundary that allows visibility and air but still provides protection. Placing a sign here that won’t stay could symbolize the difficulty of marking your path when you’re still looking through layers, not yet stepping fully outside. The indecision—never quite choosing the sign before waking up—echoes a state of searching, weighing options, and knowing a decision is coming but not yet settled.
This dream blends:
It’s a dream about integration and direction. You are gathering your history, your current challenges, and your creative voice into one space, trying to find the clearest way forward. The dream doesn’t give you the final answer—it hands you the question: Which path will I choose, and how will I light it clearly for myself and others?
This dream feels like a blending of:
It’s as if your subconscious is staging a council meeting in the trailer, where different parts of your life—past, present, challenges, and potential—are gathered, trying to decide: “Where do we go next? How do we make sure the way out is lit clearly?”
✨ For Your Blog/Video Hook:
“This dream isn’t just about a trailer, or old connections, or even the woman with the radio show. It’s about choosing the right exit—about how we mark the way forward in life, with all of our past and present selves sitting in the same living room, watching.”
So now I am wondering “Why? Why this dream at this time? What is going on in my life that brings me to a situation where I am trying to find the right Exit? Is there an Exit? Why am I looking for an Exit? Those are the Big questions for me that I need to find out”
Hi everyone. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while but I needed a break. Not only a break from this platform but a break from my YouTube channel and my J-O-B. I was able to take a whole week off from work for my birthday. I did take lots of pictures but I haven’t had time yet to go through them and upload them. I had to get back to work and now I am playing Catch-UP. Oh what fun!
Well, I decided I would write this little post because I wanted to share this Youtube channel from Linda Multon Howe called “Earthfiles”. She has been around for a very long time and says in this video that she is 83 years old. She looks to be in very good health and has all of her senses about her. Most people her age are sickly or dead. I hope that you would go check her out and subscribe to her.
Now I know that her point of view may not be for everyone. She doesn’t seem to be any type of religious. I haven’t seen any videos yet where she talks about what she believes, and that is okay. I have my ideas and the reason I watch her is to find out the truth, which is what she is doing. If she believes that we are seeded here from aliens from other solar systems or galaxies, then so be it. I believe those aliens are demonic. I don’t think they are showing themselves because they want to help us. They maybe studying us, taking DNA, etc., but I don’t think they (if there is a THEY) are us to any good and aren’t here to be friendly. I think she is a good source to find out what is going on in the world but I do take everything with a grain of salt.
As a writer, I am very, very skeptical. I have to be. I look for things beyond the surface. I want to use this platform to share information with you, my readers. But I want this information to be truthful. So, I want to say thank you for reading this and I hope you will continue to read my blogs. I will try to get all the pictures and videos from my vacation that I took here on this platform when I can.
Thank you so much, your friend ~ Lisa

My birthday cake I made myself ~ Pineapple Upside Down cake! My favorite.












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I went onto Suno and put in a prompt to create a love song about a couple cuddling on a couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing quiet laughter and gentle whispers. The warmth of their connection filled the air as the soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in a cozy light, making it feel like their own little world. And here is what Suno spit out.

Here are the Lyrics Suno made from the prompt.
[Verse 1] [Male]
The world can spin
Let it go
Let it turn
[Female]
The fire’s low
But it’s enough to burn
[Male]
Your head on my shoulder
It’s all I need
[Female]
A blanket
Your heartbeat
That’s luxury indeed
[Prechorus] [Both]
The TV’s on
But we don’t watch
[Male]
The plot’s forgotten
[Female]
Your warmth’s the plot
[Chorus] [Both]
Cuddle close
Just you and me
Wrap me up in your gravity
No need for words
The silence speaks
Cuddle close
We’ve got all we seek
[Verse 2] [Female]
The couch is worn
It sinks in the middle
[Male]
But it’s perfect for two
Where we fit like a riddle
[Female]
Your socks mismatched
My hair’s a mess
[Male]
But nothing beats this
No fancy dress
[Prechorus] [Both]
The clock can tick
Let it unwind
[Male]
We’ve got forever
[Female]
In this small slice of time
[Chorus] [Both]
Cuddle close
Just you and me
Wrap me up in your gravity
No need for words
The silence speaks
Cuddle close
We’ve got all we seek
I took those lyrics and infused them with new life using Microsoft CoPilot, and after playfully reshaping the words even more, I eagerly turned to Chat GPT for additional inspiration. I then seamlessly integrated those lyrics into Suno, letting it marinate overnight to percolate all the creative juices. This morning, I was greeted with a stunning song that ignited my heart! I gathered some enchanting images from Microsoft Co-Pilot and sought out even more from Chat GPT, but I wanted something that truly resonated. So, I crafted a prompt for an image using Co-Pilot and brought it to life in Microsoft Designer. After a few magical generations, I selected a masterpiece and brought it into the online wonder called Specterr. And then, with a triumphant flourish, Bim-Bam-Boom! I had created a Love Song!
After all the tweaking to get it just right, here are the lyrics.
As the world spins, this is all I know
Let it turn, where it wants to go
Your head on my shoulder, that’s all I need
Your heartbeats a blanket, a luxury indeed
[Prechorus]
The TV’s on but I don’t care
The stories forgotten, your warmth’s my love affair
[Chorus]
Cuddle close, right next to me
Wrap me up by your royal decree
No need for words, let silence speak
So cuddle close, right next to me
[Verse 2]
The couch is worn, it’s a perfect fit.
Just right for two, where the soft edges fit
My socks mismatched, your hair’s a mess
But nothing beats this, no mental distress
[Prechorus]
The clock can tick, let it chime
We’ve carved forever in this small slice of time
[Chorus]
Cuddle close, right next to me
Wrap me up by your royal decree
No need for words, let silence speak
So cuddle close, right next to me
[Bridge]
Outside the world’s a hurricane
Deadlines and noise, a runaway train
But here in your arms, I breathe again
A quiet domain where love has always been
[Outro]
Cuddle close, your head on my shoulder blade
This pure love has been tailor made
In our quiet kingdom, nowhere else to go
Let our hearts beat as one, real slow
So cuddle close, don’t let it fade
Your everything I ever portrayed
So cuddle a little closer, right next to me

I found this poem on the Public Domain Poetry website. The poet’s name is George Robert Sims. This is the only poem listed for him. If you would like to read more about him, here is his info on Wikipedia.

I really love this poem. It tells a story. A love story. From courting to marriage to having a baby and finally to sitting on the front porch watching your grandchildren. The parcel has a mystery to it. Who knows what could have been in the parcel? Even the author admits in the poem that he didn’t know what was in the package. I think that the parcel represents their love through the years and they pass on that love for each other on to their grandchildren by telling stories.
I took this poem as is and just made a short video with Clipchamp to read the poem to you. I put those words into Microsoft CoPilot’s AI feature to add a bridge and chorus. I used ChatGPT to help convert the song into a song for the Midnight Relics and make it into more of a love song for 1980’s rock. I will have that video available to listen to on my Youtube channel on Friday, but the country version is available now. I used my Suno persona of Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man for that song. I hope you like it.
By Parcels Post, A Domestic Idyll
By George Robert Sims
I sent my love a parcel
In the days when we were young,
Or e'er by care and trouble
Our heart-strings had been wrung.
By parcels post I sent it,
What 'twas I do not know,
In the days when we were courting,
A long time ago.
The spring-time waxed to summer,
Then autumn leaves grew red,
And in the sweet September
My love and I were wed.
But though the Church had blessed us,
My little wife looked glum;
I'd posted her a parcel,
And the parcel hadn't come.
Ah, many moons came after,
And then there was a voice,
A little voice whose music
Would make our hearts rejoice.
And, singing to her baby,
My dear one oft would say,
"I wonder, baby darling,
Will that parcel come to-day?"
The gold had changed to silver
Upon her matron brow;
The years were eight-and-twenty
Since we breathed our marriage vow,
And our grandchildren were playing
Hunt-the-slipper on the floor,
When they saw the postman standing
By our open cottage door.
Then they ran with joy to greet him,
For they knew he'd come at last;
They had heard me tell the story
Very often in the past.
He handed them a parcel,
And they brought it in to show,
'Twas the parcel I had posted
Eight-and-twenty years ago.