Nothing says morning like coffee, but this morning, I forgot all about the need to inject caffeine into my veins. It was only him I wanted to drink; the handsome curly haired brown boy that visited me in my bed last night sometime between the hours of fall asleep and wake up.

The deep throat intention of my dog licking every inch of my face and his feeble attempt at douching my nasal canal couldn't break the spell of my dream boy either, but out of necessity I did what I always do first thing if I don't want to deal with pulling out the spray bottle of deep clean Resolve pet stain remover; I got dressed, put on my sneakers, and walked out the door to do the mile loop we do every day anticipating the first sip of coffee with every step.

Right after bagging up my dog's poop in the same spot where he lets loose every day as if it was his God given right, my dog heard the rustling before I did, sidelining him from executing his customary one two scratch into the dew laden morning turf with his paws, but it was his raised ears that told me we were no longer alone.

Out of the bush, there he was. With curly brown matted fur, wagging his tail and whimpering, in dire need of a meal, a bath and a home, the stray dog looked up at me with his golden brown eyes as if I was the owner he had dreamt about last night on his quest from nowhere to right where he was supposed to be.

"Who's a good boy." I said. And he followed us home, as if he knew the way.

No longer lost, he was found in a dream, landing safely into the heart of a dog lover.

I was walking down the streets, at around Dusk. The street lights started to light up the roads, orange shining on the dark patches down the streets, passed the homes of many.

I wore a beanie, jeans and a hooded-jacket - my hands were jammed in my pockets. As I walked, I thought back to something that made me confused, something that happened recently: a strange dream of mine.

I remember that there was nothing special in it, other than the fact that a girl stood in front of me, with her back to me. I recall calling to her many, many times. But when I got no response, I walked up to her, once I could, I put my hand on her shoulder and said, ″Hello?″

She then turned, and I was able to take in all the details of her face, her eyes, hair, eyebrows, mouth, nose. Then as we locked gazes, everything shattered. The ground fell beneath my feet and I dropped further and further. As I stopped falling, everything faded to black and I woke up shortly after.

I shook my head and started to sprint, now. I was trying to bury the thoughts and the emotion I felt after that dream. Strangely enough, the dream didn't feel normal, it didn't feel like the usual dreams one has - I have no idea why, however.

As I sprinted, then ran, I stopped suddenly.

Something caught my eye, something was there.

''Hello?'' I called out, squinting in the dim light. ''Hello?''

Then I saw it - the person. Someone was walking towards me, in front of me.

''Sorry, who?'' A reply came back.

She stopped walking and stood under a street light, so I was able to see her now. I stopped when our gazes locked, and I suddenly crouched down to the ground in a swift movement, as if I expected the ground to fall beneath ourselves.

I could see her raise an eyebrow, but soon after, she had an apprehensive expression.

''Did you... are you - do we know each other?''

I straightened myself up and shrugged, ''No, well yes.''

Her eyebrows furrowed.

''I had a dream, you were in it. After we locked gazes, the ground fell. I don't know why.''

She nodded, ''Me too... you were in it,''

''Seriously?'' I asked, stepping closer to her.

''Yes.'' She replied, staring deeply into my eyes.

''We don't know each other, do we?''

''No.''

''So then-''

''I think I know why,'' She started. I frowned but continued staring into her eyes, I took note of her nose, eyebrows, mouth - just as I did in my dream. ''There's a legend, myth, that my Grandma told me when I was a kid. It was: 'when people dream of one another, see each other in their imagination as they sleep, it means something. That they're meant to meet...' ''

...

27.6.2020

I woke up from a very vivid dream. I meet man for the first time. We had a connect. I woke up wishing it was real.

The location of the dream was my favorite hamburger restaurant. The only restaurant I have come across that has my exact favorite burger on the menu without having to explain it in detail usually twice.

I also woke up hungry for this restaurant. I decided to go later today.

When I entered the restaurant, I saw the man from my dream. I did a double take. I walked up to the host stand for a table. The host came over but before he could even speak the man from my dream came over. He introduced himself as the manager and said his name was Roger. He was all smiles.

While walking me to my table, Roger asked how I was. I smiled and said good. He went to hand me a menu and I told him I already knew what I wanted. He said you must be a regular. I said I had been in the past but it had been a while.

Then Roger asked if he could share something unusual. I said sure. He said he had dreamed of our meeting last night. I said excuse me. Hardly believing what I was hearing. How could we both have dreamed of each other before we meet?

I asked him to sit down. I confessed I had a dream of him last night. We compared our dreams and they were the same as the experience we were having in the present.

He stayed and ate lunch with me. We laughed. We talked about our passion for music. The craziness of living in Los Angeles. At the end of lunch, he asked to take me to dinner.