Dreamt the dovetail finally closed itself

In the dream I'm not even cutting it — the joint just comes together soft as a lid settling, no tap from the mallet, no gap where the daylight shows through. Then I wake up and there's the same dovetail on my bench, still a hair's width open, and I almost laugh about it. Three weeks I've been chasing that fit, and now I'm not sure I want it perfect. A gap you can feel is a gap you can talk to.