We were getting ready for people, and I thought we wouldn't have enough. You started to cut the cabbage and I got that if the cabbage was cut correctly, which you were doing, there would be enough.

In the vibration reality of the dream, enough meant plenty and cabbage meant the greatest food ever.

So I woke up, and tried to get it there's enough.

About five hours later, in real reality, the trash can by the bus stop had on top of itself, as give-away, two whole, perfect, purple, beautful cabbages. They looked gorgeous in the morning optimistic sun. Partly like, yes, cabbages are wonderful, all we ever need, and partly like large exquisitely carved gems.

Enough, okay, and enough is plenty.