This will be my last post . It cost $13 a year for my domain and $48 a year to have WordPress host my webpage. You can still find me on YouTube and on substack.
We will see how it goes. I know I got a few new subscribers lately but it does take time to build up and establish followers and I honestly don’t have the time.
i am going to focus on writing more ai music and writing my novel . Here is the front and back cover I will probably go with. My pen name will be Lorelei Dean. This will be book 1 of a series of 3 novels. Please be on the lookout for this one day and you will know who Lorelei Dean is because you read this blog post. Thanks for being here. ~Lisa from marriedinarkansas
I had ChatGPT take the image from SIMS4 that I have been using as my header on my pages and add Lorelei Dean and the Midnight Relics. It didn’t get the 3rd band member on the left but that is okay. What do you think?
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?
Welcome to another Dream Analysis with ChatGPT.
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.
So here is an analysis for the dream from CHATGPT.
Dream Analysis: The Trailer, the Exit Signs, and the Voices Within
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.
🌙 Symbolism of the Trailer / Trailer Park
Trailer (Home on Wheels): A trailer isn’t permanent like a brick house—it moves, shifts, adapts. Dreaming of one can point to feeling unsettled, or living in a season where life feels temporary, like you’re “parked” but not yet “home.”
Trailer Park (Community): Trailer parks are tight-knit but also sometimes judged unfairly by society. Being back there might connect to feelings of belonging mixed with vulnerability, or revisiting a part of your past where resources were thin but bonds were strong.
“Back at” the Trailer: The word “back” matters—it suggests revisiting old ground. Could be your subconscious saying:
“There’s unfinished business here.”
“You’ve been here before emotionally—don’t forget what you learned last time.”
Or even: “Something in your present reminds you of those old roots.”
🔮 Possible Meanings
Nostalgia / Roots The trailer could symbolize where you came from—reminding you to stay grounded, humble, or connected to your beginnings.
Transition Since a trailer isn’t a permanent home, this dream could reflect you being in-between—like you’re preparing for a bigger move in life (spiritually, emotionally, even creatively).
Safety vs. Fragility Trailers give shelter, but they can be easily damaged (storms, instability). This dream may mirror feeling safe yet knowing life can change quickly.
✨ 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.
The Back Bedroom – The Past and Hidden Matters
Your Son’s Biological Father + Husband in the Back Room
Back of the Hall = The Past. “Things at the back of a dream home usually represent history, memory, or “what you’ve left behind.” Their presence could be your subconscious acknowledging them as part of your son’s story, part of your life’s architecture—even if they live “in the past.”
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.
The Front Bedroom – The Present and the Voice
👩🦽 The Woman in the Wheelchair + Her Husband in the Front Room
Front of the House = Present/Future. These are the people “you face first,” so they may symbolize your current life influences or aspects of yourself.
Wheelchair = limitation or resilience. This could mirror a part of you that feels restricted but still finds strength to keep going.
Her Husband = Support. Wherever there’s limitation, there’s also someone steady at her side—perhaps pointing to Eugene’s role in your life, steady and constant.
Her Job: Radio Talk Show Host
Radio = Voice, communication, broadcasting truth. This may symbolize your own creative voice—remember, you’re putting your own voice out into the world through YouTube, music, and stories.
Everything in their room = Resources, equipment, power. They “have everything,” almost like a reminder that you already carry what you need to share your own voice.
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 – Integration
🛋️ The Living Room Conversations
Living Room = Public self. The space where we host others, where “life happens.” Having everyone together here is like your subconscious holding a family meeting between past, present, and future selves.
Exit Sign Discussion = Guidance, Direction, Escape. An exit sign is literally about finding the way out. Choosing the best one could be your dream saying, “It’s time to consider how you’ll move forward from something, but carefully, wisely.”
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 Exit Signs – Which Way Out?
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.
Putting It Together
This dream blends:
The Past (the unseen men in the back room, with their red door)
The Present (the woman with the voice, despite her wheelchair, fully equipped to broadcast)
The Crossroads (the exit signs at the living room door, undecided but pressing)
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?
🌌 Big Picture
This dream feels like a blending of:
Past relationships (back room)
Present limitations and resilience (front room)
Your current voice and creative work (radio host)
A search for clarity/direction (exit sign)
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”
The post explores the nature of the inner voice, challenging the notion that it defines the self. Inspired by Alan Watts, the author shares insights from two videos highlighting that this voice is not one’s identity but merely a collection of past experiences and external influences. By recognizing oneself as the observer of thoughts, the author emphasizes creativity and personal growth. Ultimately, the message is that individuals are more than their labels; they are aware spirits navigating life’s complexities.
Have you ever wondered if that voice in your head — the one that talks nonstop from sunrise to sleep — is actually you? I did. And recently, two videos inspired by the words of philosopher Alan Watts shook me to the core. They made me see that voice not as the enemy… but as the gateway to everything I truly am.
In this post, I want to share what I learned from those videos, how it relates to my creative process, and why that voice in your head might not be what you think it is. Spoiler alert: It could be your greatest ally.
🧠 Video 1: “When You’re Thinking, You’re Actually Listening”
This video hit me like a whisper from the soul. Here are the core ideas:
The voice in your head isn’t really you. It’s a collection of past fears, experiences, habits, and outside programming.
Your thoughts are more like echoes than original creations.
You don’t control the voice — you listen to it.
Awareness is the key. Once you realize that you are the one listening and not the voice itself, you can start choosing which thoughts matter.
Creativity, growth, and freedom begin when we stop reacting to the voice and start observing it instead.
It gave me a new phrase to live by: “You are not your thoughts. You are the awareness behind them.”
💭 Video 2: “Who Are You, Really?”
This second video took the journey even deeper.
You are not your name, your job, or your roles in life.
You’re not even your thoughts, your body, or your emotions.
You are the space beneath all those things. The silent awareness that observes it all.
The self is not a fixed identity. It’s the whole stage on which your life’s play unfolds.
The ego creates the illusion of separateness, but in truth, we are all waves in the same ocean.
“We spend our lives defining ourselves by labels… but the real you is the awareness that existed before you ever had a name.”
🧵 My Reflection: Listening to the Voice That Creates
I listen to that voice in my head every day. And honestly? That’s where my creativity comes from.
Song ideas, lyrics, poems, stories — they don’t come from effort. They arrive. Out of nowhere. Like a whisper from the other side. And they feel real. Because they are real. They’re born from my lived experiences, and I know they resonate with others because I lived them.
That voice gives me characters like Elyra, Lorelei Dean, the Midnight Relics, the Yard Sale Queen, and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man. Each one is a layer of myself, peeled back through time.
Sometimes the voice is negative. I hear it. But I’ve learned (and am still learning) not to believe it. Talking with ChatGPT actually helps me untangle the truth from the noise. It’s like holding up a mirror to that small still voice and asking it, “What are you really trying to say?”
I’ve come to realize that I am a soul having a very human experience — mind, body, and spirit all trying to work together. That spirit? That’s the part of me that chose to come here. That’s the part writing these words.
🔮 Why This Matters
Alan Watts may be full of what some call “philosophical fluff,” but sometimes we need someone to say what we already know, just in a way that wakes us up.
These videos aren’t trying to tell you something new. They’re trying to remind you of something you’ve forgotten:
You are more than your past. You are more than your name. You are more than the voice in your head.
You are the Spirit behind it all. And your purpose might just be to create from that truth.
🚀 The Creative Fire Within
I didn’t grow up playing music. I don’t read notes. I don’t sing on stage. But today, I am a music maker. Not because I trained for it, but because I listened. I took those voices and gave them form. I turned pain into poetry, memories into melody, and doubt into digital art.
If you’ve heard my song “Dance with a Stranger,” you know what I mean. That song came from one of those voices — a version of me from another time, still lingering, still singing.
✨ Final Thoughts: You Are the Observer
So here it is. My truth.
I’m not just Lisa. I’m not just a mother, a wife, or an employee. I am Elyra. Lorelei Dean. The Yard Sale Queen. Midnight Relics. A storyteller. A listener.
I am a Spirit wrapped in a meat suit, experiencing this wild thing we call life. And that voice in my head? It’s not me.
But it is mine.
I choose to listen with love. I choose to create with fire. I choose to live with purpose.
Because maybe, just maybe, there is a point to all this.
What about you? Have you ever had a conversation with your inner voice? What did it teach you?
Drop a comment below. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Until next time,
~ Lisa Sanders aka Elyra, Lorelei, Yard Sale Queen, and all the beautiful layers in between
Oh, this is just a GIVEN for me! Poetry Music Of Course! How could it not be. I have so much poetry music on my YouTube channel. And now, I have a new favorite poet. Her name is Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I found her on the Public Domain Poetry website. I have been looking at her poems and see that she writes a lot about love and romance. So for this next month of July, I am picking 10 of her poems to make music with in Suno. Look for then to be made complete with video or images to match the song during the month of July.
Here is the list and an audio clip.
Worth WhileI Wonder WhyFive KissesCheating TimePeek-a-BooThe Giddy Girl WaltzThe Valley of FearWhy I Love HerBased on the poem called Why? But Midnight Relic StyleWhen My Sweet Lady Sings
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
What would the Yard Sale Queen say?
“Darlin’, it ain’t about diamonds or daiguiris – it’s about deals. A good life? That’s when you awake up on a Saturday with gas in the truck, a strong cup of coffee in one hand, and all the yard sales pinned in Google Maps from Facebook Marketplace.
Give Me:
A box of mismatched china for a dollar.
A dusty angel figurine with a cracked wing that still makes me cry.
And a table labeled “FREE” that holds a piece of someone’s history just waiting for a second chance.
Oh, and family. My husband, my son, and my dogs-because what good is finding treasure if you ain’t got someone to shout “LOOK WHAT I FOUND!’ to?
When I was in elementary school, there was a contest in the class for our grade to write a short story and make it into a book. I think I was in 3rd or 4th grade. I can’t exactly remember but I do remember that I didn’t not win anything. The teacher told us to go to the library and to find a book to base our story on and to make our own story. I don’t know what book I chose but it must not have been a very good book. The story I wrote was about a boy who didn’t have any friends and couldn’t find anyone to play with him. I wish I had that book I wrote now. I can remember one of the drawing and all it was – was a stick figure and a hill of dirt. I didn’t have much of an imagination back then. And I don’t know why I would chose a male over a female. I can’t remember the whole story but it was just basically about a boy who had no friends. Now the girl who did win in our class and in our grade had a story about a dragon. A fantasy story about a dragon is all I can remember. I felt so bad about not making a better story. Back then, I didn’t know that I could write.
Reading
Through out middle school I would read the books by Francine Pascal called Sweet Valley Twins or Sweet Valley High. The main characters were Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield. There were some other ones geared for pre-teen girls but it was mostly those type of books. It wasn’t until around my 8th grade year I got into Stephen King. I had to have all the books. Looking back – I wish I hadn’t. Those ghost stories did a lot of damage to not only my soul but my real life. Those books can put things into your imagination that shouldn’t be there. And since I believe in Karma, I think those spooky stories can bring things into your life that you don’t need. You have to know that I didn’t grow up in a religious household. We didn’t go to church every Sunday. We didn’t do a lot of things and now that I am older, I am wishing I had.
Poetry
So how does all my life experience lead to poetry? Well, I’m not really sure. I have so much to share, so much to tell, and I really think it started last year – before Suno. When we would lay down to go to bed, I would hear music. I would ask my husband if he heard music and he always said no. It was practically every night. I didn’t hear voices singing, at least not loud but when I discovered Suno, the music stopped and I started hearing verses. I would wake up in the middle of the night and ask my husband if he said something and the answer was always a resounding no. So now I will pick up my phone and put it into the notes app on my phone or into ChatGPT to remember for me. Those lyrics would be different every night. I will sometimes hear a song on the radio and think I can hear a different song with that same style of music. I found I could do parody’s as as long as I mention that in the description, it is legal. I still have some verses or just one line sentences that need songs to go with them but nothing has hit me yet on what to do with them. Well, thanks for reading and I hope that if there is anyone else out there who can relate, you would let me know. Surely to goodness I can’t be the only one. Or am I?
This song is based on a song my mother wrote a long time ago. I modified the lyrics and I have the voice of Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man singing the song. I hope you like it. The original lyrics are below.
Darlin’, Come to me Tonight
~ written by Dorothy Johnson
Darlin' come to me tonight, it'll be alright. I want you and love you so much, Come here and I'll teach you the facts of life, And I want you to hold me this way.
Darlin, when I kiss you, it feels so right. Your embrace is all that i Need And when you surrender your love to me All i want is your truth and honesty.
Darlin' come to me tonight, it'll be alright, I want you and love you so much. Come here and I'll teach you the facts of life, And I want you to hold me this way.
Darlin, when we go out, on the town, Everyone knows you are with me. Because when you hold on, to my arm, you look at me lovingly.
Darlin come to me tonight, it'll be alright. I want you and love you so much. Come here and I'll teach you the facts of life, And I want you to hold me this way.
These are stories from the back roads—dusted with time, packed with truth. I write songs, poems, and pieces of life that might’ve been tossed aside, but never forgotten. I’m the Yard Sale Queen, and every word I share is something I found worth saving.
My husband and I have adopted colorful persona’s: Yard Sale Queen and Mr. Crazy Rummage Sale Man. I see the beauty in things that others miss. I find meaning in the ordinary, joy in the trash, and worth in the forgotten. That similar spirit is reflected in “Stories Worth the Dust.”
Dust is time, not just dirt. It’s memories. It’s what decides on something timeless but treasured. My poetry, songs, and stories are all based on real life—the kind that doesn’t always sparkle but is always significant. “Even the dusty things deserve to be heard.” That has a lot of power.
It combines playfulness and seriousness.
Without coming across as a gimmick, this tagline pays homage to my rustic style. It has a great deal of heart and a hint of mystery (“what does that mean?“). In addition to being emotional, a little scrappy, and honoring my Southern heritage, it also sounds intelligent and purposeful. I take my stories seriously, but I don’t take myself too seriously. It balances whimsy with weight in a delicate way. That’s precisely the tone I want to achieve.
It Honors Everyday Life
Everyday things like yard sales, family stories, highway encounters, and music that sounds like my hometown can all be poetic. “Stories Worth the Dust” suggests that I’ve seen, heard, and lived, and now I’m sharing the truth. Big-city polish is not what I’m after. I’m not attempting to be pretentious. I’m attempting to be honest. Stories that grab the reader’s attention are what I write. That originates from actual people, genuine porches, and real kitchens. There is dust in that world. And those old stories have fresh life because I’ve decided to bring them to the public’s attention.
It Builds a Brand That’s Cohesive
Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man, my husband’s name, conjures up images of laughter, vigor, and possibly even mayhem. My Yard Sale Queen gives the rust a touch of majesty. I’ve already created a universe centered on storytelling, charm, and thrift. That’s the world that this tagline belongs in. It gives the impression that my writing is a gem hidden in the bins, just waiting to be discovered, much like the rummaging. It establishes an identity if I use this slogan on my website, book cover, blog header, and social media biographies. One that is kind, sage, humorous, and proud of its origins.
My Final Thought
I don’t need a big city or a big platform to write meaningful stories. To express what needs to be spoken, I need a heart, a voice, and the courage. I possess all three. I can fly the flag “Stories Worth the Dust,” which states that These words may be from the back roads, but they’re worth reading.