They say that truth is stranger than fiction. I can officially say that is true now.
Moments ago, I checked my email. Joel wrote me. This weekend has been particularly rough on him with depression.
Around the same time I experienced the dream mentioned earlier, he was discussing with his boyfriend the idea of coming to the states for an internship or volunteer opportunity next year to see if that could perhaps lift his spirits and lessen his seasonal depression.
I'm not joking.
And I'm honestly speechless.
Now this makes me wonder about the other dreams involving an Australian college campus and relaxing by a small pool in a tiny backyard with him.
Perhaps saying I have no psychic powers was a premature statement....