Have you ever dreamed things that came true?

Lucid or otherwise? In this case.. I hope not. A few months back, I dreamt of a friend who was in trouble. (More like a friend of a friend..) It was such a lucid, intense dream and I just can’t shake it. I was in a bar, there was a pool table.. My friend was crouched down in the dark somewhere, really upset, crying even, which seemed really… they normally seem really stoic and tough so it must have been bad. Someone wanted to fight them,  or they were in some kind of trouble bad and they were scared. Not sure what happened.. I was like a ghost in the dream, a silent witness. I tried to interfere or call them but they couldn’t see or hear me. Someone was with me, like an invisible escort. A spirit guide perhaps? Or something like it (If spirit guides wear leather jackets..)

My friend got up and ran away, ran off. I tried to tail them but lost them. I remember being out of breath, feeling lost in the middle of the street, looking up the street and down, then at the ground, bent over out of breath. When I looked up again ahead of me, an angel was standing there in front of some sort of pub or bar downtown with an urgent expression on it’s fair, androgynous face, holding a cardboard sign that said, “CALL _________.” In bold cap letters. I startled awake and felt panicky and worried.. but here is the thing.. I wanted to call them, but how crazy would that be? I felt I didn’t know them well enough, didn’t have the right.. Like, “Hey, I had this dream about you and an angel was holding up a cardboard sign telling me to call you.. sooo what’s up?” Like, out of the blue like that? I’m writing about it now, cause it is still worries me somewhat. I have no idea where they are now. I had the funniest feeling that I almost ran into them or just missed them a couple times but couldn’t be sure.

Wherever they are, I hope they’re okay.


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