I Dream a Dream (apologies to Susan Boyle)

God came to Laban in a dream.  God came to Abimelech in a dream.  God came to Jacob . . .  well, you get my drift.  I've often thought how easy it was in Old Testament times for people in a puzzlement to know what to do.  Go to sleep!  God will come or send the answer in a dream!  Wouldn't it be convenient if that still happened?

My friend Kathy's older son is engaged and a September wedding is planned.  That means I need to start working on a gift!  I haven't spent time with Justin in ages, and have never met his fiancee; hence I've no idea what their taste is.  I talked with Kathy who said they were back-to-nature/save the environment types and weren't planning to register for gifts.  I'd been wanting to make a SITP quilt for ages and even had gathered the brown and cream fabrics I intended for it.  I wondered if SITP might be the right quilt for Justin and Tal.  Kathy looked at a picture and thought they would like it.

Then Justin posted something on Facebook that sent me scurrying over to his home page and there I saw pictures of his sweetheart and I wandered over to her page.  I don't know what it was that caused me to doubt.  But I really began having second thoughts about Shakespeare in the Park.

This morning before the alarm went off, I dreamed Joe and I were visiting Kathy and talking in her living room.  There came a bit of a scuffle in the hallway, and I looked over to see Justin and his beloved, creeping out of a room and down some stairs and out the door.  Without even saying hello to us!  As I said, I've never met Tal, but Justin would never be so rude.  The reason for their avoidance became clear:  They hadn't liked the quilt!  They'd been hoping I would make them a different quilt!  And, the way peculiar things happen in dreams, I could clearly see the quilt they wanted!  I know there's a picture of it somewhere on the internet, but a bit of searching this morning came up dry.  Doesn't matter.  I know what it looks like and I know how to make it. Which I certainly will do.

Besides, posting the picture would spoil the surprise.