Dreams can be strange and very real. When I was 6 or 7 I had a recurring dream about a woman who stood talking with me on a street corner in Baltimore, near my Aunt’s house. She was checking to make sure I was okay. A few years later I met her. It turned out she was a neighbor of my elderly Aunt in Baltimore City, and had actually rented the house next to us in rural Maryland near Magothy River for several months when I was about 5.. I remember she drove me to a store and bought me a toy gun and holster when she found out it was my birthday. After my Aunt died we lost contact, so over 60 years ago. From memory she was a Baltimore Colt season ticket holder, as was my Dad and cousin. You never know about the origin of dreams…or when they might originate. I can remember dreams I had before I could walk…and I walked at ten months.