At what point...?

So I am sitting there with a coworker discussing her daughter's illness which has gone on now for over a month. She has been to specialists, had X-rays, CATscans, MRI's, and blood testes. She has met with the child's teachers and there is no indication of anything being wrong at school. The child is aware that she is sick, but doesn't know why either. The only thing left (other than taking her to see Dr. House) is a psychiatrist.
So the though pops into my head "At what point does one advise a friend of the possibility of demonic possession and to seek the council of a Priest.?" Hmm...

A dream in black and white

I had a dream the other night that I had awakened in the morning and was sitting on my the edge of the bed. I think I was getting, or preparing to get dressed, when Celeste handed me my shirt. It was a Roman collar shirt. I broke down into tears, both sadness and joy because I realized at that moment that I truly wanted to be a priest. Joy because in the dream, it was like it had already happened and Celeste was handing me my shirt to wear for the first time. Sadness because I have all but given up on that particular pursuit. Now I don't know what to do.
I forgot about the dream until last night when I was telling Celeste about something I was reading from The Jesuit Guide. I went to tell her about it, but she had already fallen asleep.