a dream

My best friend here in Jordan sent me an email about a month ago. In her email, she told me about a dream she had had. The dream:
My mother was in a room, a small room. My friend and her mother were at the door, asking to come in, but my mother would not allow them to enter. She was folding someone’s clothes. And in the end, she gave my friend a sweater.

My friend awoke to the call of morning prayer- when the top of the sun, as it’s rising, breaks over the horizon. They say here that dreams at this time are special. Her mother told her that folding clothes means getting ready to welcome someone to your world. Whether you believe it or not, it's a good story. My friend has two toes that are fused together, not disconnected- for some reason this makes me think of her as having special powers. I don’t know what the sweater means.