So, a lady now writes from San Francisco and she said, you know, I had the strangest dream and I can’t understand it. I met you and here you are expounding Scripture. And then you came over to me and you embraced me and I pushed you away. And I said, no, Neville. What I did, I do not know. She doesn’t say that in her letter. And then she said, I said to her, you know, I would’ve married you. And she said, but I am married. And I said, yes, I know, but the day will come when you will know that Jerry, that’s her husband, and I are one.681 ¶29