Last night I dreamt that I received a beautiful gift through the post from my friend (in waking life - the friend I love very much whom I haven't seen for a long time because he's been ill). The gift was held in a transparent wrap on which he'd written a lovely message but when I removed the wrap, I realised I could no longer read the message and would need to place it over the box again to see it. The box was a very beautiful, padded and embroidered work of art. The hinges were half way down so that, when I opened it, it had two sections of equal depth. In each section were lots of small, individually wrapped gifts. I picked one up and could feel that it was a small geod from the left hand section and instantly knew that all the gifts were crystals. (My friend knows I love crystals). I was very moved that he had taken the time to wrap each of these many small crystals. There was also an exquisite, hand stitched label, with my name and a message, made at a special shop where I knew the owners (not in waking life); at first I thought the label was from them but realised that he'd got them to make the label.
Then I was temporarily staying in a dormitory with a number of people; almost as if there were a military connection. I realised that I hadn't brought the box with me and would have to wait until I returned home to look at it again.