Laying hands on St Patrick !

Dreamt that I healed St Patrick by laying hands on him, after which Patty turned into a girl and glowed like a white diamond. I was glowing too. Actually, it wasn't clear who healed WHO. What was stranger still: St Patrick knocked on my office door as if he were my client, and called himself _An Iap_ (_An_ ('the') Irish American Post ? ! )

I also dreamt that there was an urban drug bust outside 'The Waltons' household. Neat thing was that I got to make fond memories with John Boy and Grandfather.