ok.

so.

i'm out for drinks tonight with megan and jane. i decided to tell megan the nick story(a rather difficult undertaking, seeing as it is a saga that streches over like 6 years, and is more complicated than i can even remember). he's been in the back of my mind for the past week or so, because he's been in my dreams twice. and we all know the rule: i dream about him, and four days later, i see him.

ok, so maybe we don't all know the rule, but that's the way it is. i won't talk to the guy for 9 months, and then he'll work his way into a dream and without fail, four days later, i see him at some random place. driving. or at a restaurant. or in a bar. i always write the dreams down and don't mention them to anyone...just to try and document that i am not in fact crazy, while not jinxing it by speaking it out loud.

so anyway. i don't know for sure when the last of my two dreams about him in the past week was, it might not have been four nights ago. but his friend dan was also in it.

soo anyway, i tell megan the story to the best of my ability. i finish my cigarette and suggest we leave. we walk into the bar from the patio to get out to the street, and there i see his roommate. his roommate moves to the side and...yup, you guessed it. there he is.

in.fucking.sane, i tell you.

it seriously just blows my mind how fucking reliable this whole weirddreampsychicability thing is. only with him.