Morning of January 25, 2014. Saturday.

This is a bit unusual and has yet another celebrity, in this case, one that has not really crossed my mind in years. I am in Cubitis yet it also has features of our Wavell Heights home in Brisbane. The Carpenters are visiting. Karen Carpenter is on the floor to my left in somewhat of an informal meditation position. My second-youngest son is in an arm chair to my right and I am sitting between them on a chair similar to my real-life computer desk chair. Richard Carpenter is on the far side of the room to my right, near the windows. Other members of my family are in the house and I think two others in the same room.

I am working on some sort of machine that is apparently a sort of Etch-a-Sketch (slightly smaller, I think) but like a real-life VST or iPad variation or a special iPad with VST ROM (I have no interest in iPads). Over time, it shows a sort of implied concentric figure eight set, but offset or diagonal (to the upper right), but eventually it is seemingly made of a continuous spiral at one point that turns back at each arc somewhat like a maze of one continuous wider line to make the seeming number eight, but of which is slightly squarish.

My son is working on building a computer, it seems, and he gives Karen a CPU. Later, she hands it (or a different one) back to him and I am very annoyed that she almost scratches me with it. Plus, I am irritated that it was passed over me from the floor as I am trying to work at something. I express my anger at her and she gets up immediately and they both (her and Richard, who is 67 but very young in my dream) leave via the front door. I am thinking that it is probably not a good idea to make celebrities angry (which does not really make any sense, as I do not really care what people believe, especially celebrities, who often use their status to promote nonsensical ideas).

In a very short time, Karen comes back in and apologizes to me (or it is more like the scene suddenly jumps to this point with only a vague awareness of her coming back in through the front door), standing on my left. By that time, the “Etch-a-Sketch” VST/music device is making somewhat of a continuous annoying sound that sounds a bit like "grup grup grup" in the voice of a younger female. It could be either “grump” or “grub”, I suppose. It is so loud and annoying and probably not useful for a music track, it wakes me up and I feel a bit overheated.

This seems mostly based on being meticulous in my second-youngest-son’s eating habits, where I would like him to eat a greater variety of foods as he is a very fussy preference-oriented eater. The CPU is a play on “chip”, chicken chips being what he always wants to eat when everyone else is having something else - although he does eat other foods during these times. Karen died of anorexia nervosa which I see as not getting enough protein (or food in general, which is not really a problem for us in real life) but she also apologized for some reason (probably for handing him another “chip” when he could be “eating” - or “working with” something else). The grump/grub play probably means that I am being grumpy (or too meticulous) about his eating habits, as he is healthy otherwise.