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About 3 years ago I had a nice little evening with this nice guy. We sat at the table at the restaurant and chatted, and I proceeded to get  a little tipsy. (They had good beer.)

Next thing you know, we're playing a little game. I have no idea how we started this, but we start taking turns showing each other various things in our wallets. Oh I remember, it started by me wanting to look at his driver's license picture. So then I showed him a picture of my daughter. Then a picture of my brother. Then he gave me one of his business cards. We were like kids at show & tell. Either that, or just really old, and really easily amused.

Anyway, this strange thing happened: all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, I opened my wallet up real fast and grabbed my Brookshire's "Thank You" card, and slapped it down on the table, saying, "I bet you don't have one of these!"

Well, at the very same time, he also had a card in his hand, but he hadn't slapped it down on the table yet. He just got this look on his face, then slowly turned the card around where I could see it. It was the same card. And what's more, we said "I bet you don't have one of these" at the very same time.

It was just one of those things. But the fact that it was a "thank you" card was significant.

About three days later, I had one of my "dreams". Not the regular kind, that just comes from my own brain. This was one of those dreams that the person is communicating with you. Do you know what I'm talking about? Like, what they say to you, is what they are really wanting to say to you in real life?

If you're a professional dreamer, like I am, then you know what I mean.

So anyway, in this dream, I see him standing there, looking at me. Just him. Nothing behind him, just blank space. He had a serious look on his face. And he said to me, "Thank You."

When he said this, I felt it in my heart. I felt the sincerity of it. But I have no idea to this day what on earth he was thanking me for.

And then I woke up.

No, he wasn't thanking me for a nice time.(trust me.)

© 2008 honey*


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Haha. I just love reading your stuff!

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