One morning at breakfast, my old roommate and I found we had had the same dream the night before -- Peter Sellers had sat at the foot of our beds and said nice things to us and then said goodbye.
Later that day we saw on the news that he had died during the night. Spooky, huh?
My mom and I used to "dream together" -- we would agree beforehand to visit in our dreams and then would later find that there were a lot of little details, like location or what was said, that we had in common on a particular night. |