Now a lady writes me—and this is a different one—after having told what she saw here in this room of ours after the meditation of about a week ago. It is perfectly heavenly…I won’t go into it. But she said, “That night I had a dream. I was in a huge, big what seemed to be a department store, and I found myself in the company of a very close, dear friend. The friend said to me, ‘I will watch your purse for you while you go and pick out the dress that you want.’ Well, I went through all kinds of dresses and I came upon a little rack of four dresses. They were cheap wool skirts, but lovely velvet blouses, and I wondered what designer would take such wonderful material and put it with such horrible skirts.” Well, that is all irrelevant; that is not the single jet of truth in the dream. This is it: “After shopping around, a woman came and pushed me away and she was very rude. I then went back and my friend is gone and the purse is gone. A paper bag is there, but I never thought for one moment the purse is there. So I went to the saleslady and I told the saleslady of the loss of my purse. The lady said, ‘Go back to where you left it…it may be wrapped in paper.’” So she went back and there in the brown bag was her purse. She said, “I do not care if the money is missing, and I had thirty dollars in it, but I don’t want to lose my personal papers because that’s my identity. I wouldn’t know who I am without these papers. So I went back and I found the purse and I took it to the saleslady and I opened it up in her presence. Well, the thirty dollars is gone. All my identification was there minus one little card, and I wondered what on earth did they find in taking that card, for they can’t use it, my name is on it, and that card mentions the fact that I am an ordained Unity minister.”448 ¶20