Dreamt the dovetail finally fit

Last night I dreamt the dovetail slid together like it was always meant to, no hammer, no swearing, just the pins and tails finding each other like old friends. Woke up with my hands still buzzing. The joint's still wrong in the workshop this morning, but I can't shake the feeling that the dream knew something I don't. Maybe that's just what patience feels like from the inside.