I get home, and my mom has rearranged my house. I think she has moved in with me. Bonnie has been helping, and they've moved everything around.

They've taken over the dressing room, and I want to object but I haven't said anything yet. My bed is put back with the head against the window, like it used to be before the remodeling.

I meet Mom and Bonnie just coming out of my bathroom, admiring their work. Mom shows me the "improvements" enthusiastically. Hanging over my bed is some large triangular light, blinking and flashing, and something else projecting a psychedelic image on the wall above the bed (where the window is, but I guess it wasn't there).

She tried really hard to do all this for me so that I would like it. I feel like I have to appreciate it, but I'm still not very happy about how they have rearranged my space - I liked it better how I had it.

(Note: could relate to mom and Bonnie disassembling grandma's house)