A story from my mother: "I dreamed that Tita Tita gave me a get well card. Well, in reality she did give me one, and I thought how nice it was to have someone praying for me. But in my dream, my doctor then emailed me:

"Dear Lord,
Please deliver my patients from their Christian relatives. And please save them from the bacteria in the water that's given to them from Lourdes. And protect them from the rags that were rubbed against the decaying body of Father Pio. And guard them from these crucifixes that were touched by a thousand different hands. Amen."

Jesus Christ, even in her dreams mom is merciless!