A Dream

I rarely remember dreams anymore, but last night I had a doozy. My younger daughter and I were chatting up the king (a king?) in Buckingham Palace. He was very casual and we were all having, well, a jolly good time. When it came time for us to leave, he said, "Wait, I'd like to give you something." And he took off one of his earrings, a gold disk the size of, God, I don't know, a doubloon, at the center of which was set a perfect pearl. The dream made me very happy.