I loved this dream. I’ve had a bit of crisis of confidence lately in my creative world and this was just the necessary tonic. You know what my nine year old self loved to do? I loved to write stories, draw, design a whole Barbie apartment complete with art, furniture and (occasional visits by G.I. Joe), pick up trash, make things out of trash, explore the world around me, play sports, watch television, talk to my friends, travel and eat potato chips.
I guess that old man was telling my inner voices to shut up. You are doing fine.