Monday, 14th of May

I spent the night at my place last night, but Julie called me first thing to tell me of her dream. Incredibly it tallies with the very dream I had. I was stood on Oxford Street, she was on Regent Street walking to meet me. From nowhere there is a huge explosion. Of course she has heard me tell of this dream a couple of times, but the fact that it happened on the same night I dreamt it again and was seemingly so vivid for her has to mean something, right?