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.
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