The blurb before her name made some reference to the happy wild (perhaps sexual? or liberatedly lesbian?) life of the person it was written for---which my mother clearly took to be me, though that was an obviously ridiculous leap. Wish I could remember what it said specifically. I did read it in the dream. I do know that my mother seemed to think it was a queer reference, and that it indicated the audience (I) had been living a happy queer life and thus should shut up about everything else, I was being so indulged. It was like "ha!" cuz I'd been busted since Mom knew
I never got as far as having to decide whether to confess to her that we'd seen this old film, as the enjoyment of having found such a nugget was apparently too much to sustain slumber, and I woke.