Mom sailed into the room and went straight to my closet.  

“Why are you hiding wine in your closet?!”

“I’m not hiding it.  I buy bottles in case I need wine for parties.”

She groped a purple dress on its hanger.  “What’s this?!?”

“A dress.”  

“What’s this??”

“A shirt.  Why are you poking around in my closet?”

She turned to me.  “I had a dream that you were hiding our checkbook in your closet.  We order checkbook.  They haven’t come in the mail yet.”  

Pause.

“Are you hiding them in your closet?”

“Yes,” I said.  “Why would I hide your checkbooks in my closet?”

“It was in my dream,” she replied.