Oh wow. Today I had a big surprise waiting for me at work. I was one of the lucky guys, well, technically the only lucky guy; who spent the day in laydown. Now, this is pretty much what passes for a demotion at my job. You can't get any lower than being a scrub handling orders for material, but whatevahs, I still get paid the same and besides there wasn't much else to do anyways.
But, the shock came to me when Chris and I were looking over the order sheets, the first item on the very top was...
15x3. The size that I thought didn't exist. The size that I freakin' dreamed about just three days ago.
I mean.. holy shit. This isn't the first example of syncronicity, as I've posted before regarding the married friend of mine. But wow.. WOW. After I saw that, I had to tell Chris about my dream and he laughed his ass off. It was such a bizarre coincidence that I can't figure out what to make of it.
So there you have it. Dreams can be prophetic. Even in small, absurd, inconsequential ways.
15x3. Sheesh. It does exist.
