Heeding the Voices from Beyond

I'm a good bowler, but a terrible housekeeper. This morning I bowled a 605 (194, 188, 223), then I came home and cleaned like a mad woman. What inspired me? A nightmare. I was scared clean. A bunch of government types were in my house that had been trashed. It was an obvious set up, but I was totally panicked as I was being arrested. As usual, I had the additional dream quirk that I never figure out. Kevin Bacon was one of the suits, but he was only 4 foot tall, with a shriveled head. I was pleading with him and abhorred at the same time. So it's not the Martha Stewertesque cleaning tips that inspire me. It's fear. Over the years, I've found I don't need dream interpretation; but I best do the obvious. Do I think my Higher Power has nothing better to do than send me a cleaning dream? Hell no. My mother sent this one. Easier to clean than to test that woman.