Setting: In Caitrin's room trying to find clothes for her to wear.
Mom: Pick out a pair of pants please.
Caitrin: You know, Mom. I had a dream last night that I got to wear my blue and black dress. (her recital costume)
Mom: Ahh, nope. It's cold out, I'm not battling this with you this morning. You are wearing pants today.
Caitrin: But my dream told me to wear the dress today.
Mom: I'm sorry sweet heart. Your dreams are a product of your over active imagination. No go. Get dressed please.
Surprisingly enough, no battle after that.