About a month ago, I had a dream that Izzy and I were going to an Open House. This house was a three story brick house that was probably built in the 70's. It had a walk-out basement on a hill. Somebody famous lived there (who? I can't remember). Anyway, the owners had left the home and Izzy and I dropped by to look at the house.
I remember it being nice, but nothing spectacular.
Izzy and I walked down the stairs to the basement. When I opened one of the doors, there was a teenage boy still sleeping in his bed.
In my dream I remember saying, "Oh! I'm so sorry. It's an Open House today. Your parents must have forgotten you!"
The rest of the dream was pretty uneventful.
Fast forward to yesterday..................
Izzy was sitting on my lap and started laughing. I said, "What's so funny?"
Izzy replied, "Remember when we went to that Open House and in the basement there was a boy sleeping in his bedroom? That. Was. So. Funny!"
I couldn't speak. I just sat there trying to recall if I had mentioned anything about this dream.
I mentioned it to Bubby this morning. His Atheist butt doesn't believe in anything Cosmic or oogely-boogely. His response, "hmmm...strange."
I'm telling you people. This has given me a bad case of the weebie-jeebies. Andy truly, if I have a astrotraveling-white light-psychic-past lives connection to this face, well that's just down-right scary.
So tell me.....cosmic connection or coincidence?