Sometimes dreams really do come true

The real life back story to this is that there's a semi-regular bus rider I've been acquainted with for a year or two now. He used to take the morning bus, but now takes his car and parks close to one of the main streets to pick up an express bus. I see him more often on the way home, also on an "express" bus. He's an accountant and works at one of our hospitals. On the surface, he seems like a reasonably decent person, has two cats (Heidi and Gretchen). 

We get off at the same express stop when on the way home, yet never once has he offered me a drive. (He lives down the street from me, half a block away, I'm right on his route.) I don't expect a virtual stranger to offer to drive me home, but if circumstances were reversed, I would at least ask. I guess that's just me.

I had that in mind Monday, as I made my way home over the slippery sidewalks, ice-grippers on my boots, and he passed me by in his car.

So that must have been the reason that Monday night I dreamed he and his kids (about four of them, all girls) drove me home. (Note: He doesn't have children in real life, the kids were in the dream only.) It was spring or summer, and they dropped me off at the gate in the fence that leads into the complex's green space.

That was it, that was all there was to the dream, as far as I can recall.

Fast forward to Tuesday's bus ride home. I was carrying two heavy bags of groceries and so picked up the express bus down at the hospital, which is the closest stop from the office (normally I walk part-way home). He also was getting on the same bus, so asked if I minded if he sat in the seat beside me (this bus always is crowded, standing room only, so getting a seat is like a minor miracle). We chatted about the cats, etc., while we inched our way uptown through crazy holiday traffic. The bus was running late, of course, and it was touch and go as to whether I'd make my transfer to the bus into my neighbourhood. Well, lo and behold, he actually offered me a drive home! 

I hesitated a bit, then accepted, with appreciation. He did mention that he was aware that I don't know him or know what I could be getting in to. (I felt pretty safe in this instance, but of course you never know for sure. Plus I told him that he might be able to take me down, but that I'd hurt him in the process. Ha.) The irony is that he had a hunting knife on the front passenger seat of his car! LOL. I didn't even realize what it was (in its protective case) until he mentioned it (he put it on the back seat). I asked if he hunted (no), but apparently he uses it for cutting up cardboard at the recycling centre. Hmmm. Must be quite the enormous pieces of cardboard; I use a utility knife for my cardboard!

Anyway, I had him drop me off at the entrance to our complex, expressed my thanks and appreciation again, and that was it. 

And thought, OMG, how bizarre was that, that I had just dreamed, the very night  before, that he (and his dream children) had given me a lift!

Sometimes dreams really do come true. Literally.

Maybe tonight I'll dream I've won the lottery!

Peace.