Here was the dream she recounted having had last night:
There was a poor family. Not really poor, medium poor. Their house was leaking water, because it had holes in it, but they liked water, so it was okay.
They went to eat, and somebody stole one of their pizzas. It turned out it was the KING that stole the pizza. He was a bad guy. He had lots of gold. They got it from him, and they planted it in the fields, and the gold grew and grew. The family gave it to the REALLY poor families.
Then they opened up a restaurant. It served pizza, but other things, too. They named it after the children, a little boy and little girl.
And then the little boy and girl were dancing in the snow, trying to get people to come to the restaurant.