I had a very nice dream. It was my birthday (the birth of something new in other words) and lots of people attended - more than I know in my present life. We gathered in a place that was some sort of theatre cum church (rather an obviuos symbol of this world). Rather than presents people mostly gave me generous amounts of money and all the bills were clean and fresh. This was welcome as it meant I'd be alright for some time onwards. I kept insisting that my greatest wish is to sing Ave Maria. I was a bit unsure because I didn't know if my voice would sound good enough without any practice, but I really needed to and practiced a bit in secret. People then gave me permission and I walked quite a few steps up on a preachers pulpit all covered in red velvet (it stood right in the center of the stage). I was really high up close to the ceiling and far from the ground. And I sang - loud and clear. The most interesting part is that my real life name actually means the same as Ave Maria ("Hail to Mary") and that Schubert's version of it has been my favourite song ever since I heard it as a teenager. Schubert was incidentally Cancerian just like myself. This was certainly a very welcome and meaningful dream for me.