I’ve just had the third person tell me about a dream, unbeknownst to the others.
I wish people told me their dreams every day – sort of like that old hippy book, The Kin of Ata are Waiting for You. It didn’t hurt that in my friend David’s dream, I’d just inherited 400 million dollars. Apparently he was a bit confused why I refused to change my life very much. Phh. In your dreams, man!
I definitely need an official category for 400 million dollars.