How is the "real" Mama different from the "dream" Mama?

The dream mama is slim and modern.

Sometimes I dream a dream in which Dee and I are suddenly brought together on a TV program of this sort. Out of a dark and soft seated limousine I am ushered into a bright room filled with many people. There I meet a smiling, gray, sporty man like Johnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells me what a fine girl I have. Then we are on the stage and Dee is embracing me with tears in her eyes. She pins on my dress a large orchid, even though she has told me once that she thinks orchids are tacky flowers.

In reality she is big boned and wears overalls. She can kill a hog with her bare hands. She does not talk much unlike her dream version on Johnny Carson.