(My Grandmother) JOE: Good morning Calliope. CALLIOPE: Good morning Joe. How are you today? JOE: I woke up with a smile on my face. CALLIOPE: Where did it come from? JOE: I dreamed about my grandmother last night. CALLIOPE: Tell me about it. JOE: She died in 1966 and I was not able to go to her funeral. I lived at her house for the first three years of my life. In my dream, she was at a party in my current life. I danced with her creating joy in both of us. CALLIOPE: A nice memory. JOE: Also a fantasy. I don't remember ever dancing with her when she was alive. CALLIOPE: Fantasies are the foundation of art in my opinion. JOE: I share that opinion with you. Much of art is based on dark fantasies and memories as a way of resolving leftover conflicts. CALLIOPE: I can't argue with you there. JOE: I think pleasant fantasies and memories provide optimism to carry us through difficult times. CALLIOPE: No argument there either. JOE: I guess I'll take my fantasies and get on with the day. Talk with you tomorrow.