Had a dream once about some close friends. Dreamt they were taking a stroll down to the beach on one of those little streets running down to the sea off the main drag near Chelsea on Port Philip Bay, which was about 10 kms from their home. Here they met an old homeless man with a black dog he couldn't feed, so he asked them if they would take it. These people loved dogs and they were sad that they couldn't help the man and continued on.
A few day's later I happen to mention to the same friends that I had had a dream about them, and explained the events as they had unfolded. They went positively white, telling me that they had indeed met an old homeless man with a black dog in that exact location a few days before and he had asked if they would take his dog.
