Last Sunday a friend of mine, upon hearing of my financial concerns, invited me to help him on Saturdays in his prospering handyman business. I accepted his offer. That night I had a dream that I was working for him. He was watching over me with his arms folded while I was on my hands and knees on a highly polished concrete floor inside what appeared to be an auditorium. There were peas scattered all over, but not in clumps or piles. I was picking them up one by one and putting them in a container. Some had been stepped on and unusable, which saddened me. I had the impression that they were to be eaten later and that they were scarce. That is all I remember.