Dreaming My Dad has built a house and is living in it. It has clean lines and a lot of cream and beige. The kids and I are moving in with him. I work out that Dad can have most of the rooms downstairs, and we can go upstairs. Dad has an office and a meditation room, as well as a bedroom. I am telling someone about the house, and I take the credit for Dad’s rooms even though it was actually him who did them. I am standing…