A Dream Come True
One of the things my mom gave me for Christmas was a beautiful crucifix hand-made in Jerusalem with a mother of pearl trim. I brought it to San Jose with me and hung it on the wall in the room I am currently occupying at Jeanne's house. (For the curious, I used an existing hole to hang it - I am not making new holes in other people's walls.) Last night I had a dream that the crucifix fell off the wall for some reason. In the dream there didn't seem to be anything specific that caused the fall, and in the dream I simply picked it up and re-hung it. When I woke up this morning, what should I discover but that the crucifix actually had fallen off the wall and onto the floor! Needless to say, I was somewhat taken aback. Thankfully no damage was done and it is now hanging on the wall once again.