In a fragmentary dream, I saw what I immediately understood to be my own insignia or coat of arms. It was a hammer with two parallel handles interlaced Celtic-style with a thick rope. The handles were too far apart for a good grip, but the rope made any kind of grip nearly impossible. The head of the hammer was sharp to the right and blunt to the left. It was black, while the handles and the rope were two shades of ochre. The rope was rendered quite realistically. The whole thing was emblazoned on a red shield with a thin golden border. “How appropriate!” I exclaimed, still in limbo. “A useless hammer!” Only when I was fully awake I realized the hammer was, in fact, twice useless. Just in case.