I'm a very vivid and lucid dreamer in general, and I have the apparently odd ability to remember dreams without aid or writing them down. They just stay. I've dreamed of buildings and places I've never been to and then visited them in real life later on plenty of times, but this is the only occurance of interacting with and then meeting a real person I've ever had.

My very first relationship began in high school with a boy I had known for years. Let's call him Jay. He was sweet enough, but somewhere around our junior year, when our relationship matured, he became very aggressive and early stages of serious abuse started rearing their heads.

Near the end of our relationship, and senior year of school, I had a strange dream. What stood out was the color, everything was in a yellow haze. I somehow knew it was evening and I was in a home I had never been to. (It was not Jay's house.)

I rounded the corner of a separating wall from the living room to the kitchen of the house and a guy was standing there. I felt warm and joyful and love towards him so strong that I didn't hesitate to run up and hug him. In the dream I placed my hands on his shoulders and said, "Jay, why are you so tall?" The dream figure was a solid head taller than me while Jay in reality was only an inch taller than me. I then took note of his long, curly, dark hair and realized something was wrong. I said, "Why is your hair so long?" Jay's was a simple short swooped cut. Just as dream self realized it wasn't Jay, the figure laughed warmly and I awoke feeling calm.

Perhaps it sounds like a scary dream, and writing it now it DOES sound spooky. But all I know is I felt a strange relief that I hadn't experienced in the years with Jay. Not a month or so later I was at church when a new family began attending. They had two daughter and two sons, the eldest of which was a tall guy about my age with the curly dark hair that came down to his shoulders. I felt an immediate attachment to him despite not having realized it was him yet.

A few months passed within which Jay and I broke up and "Mack" and I started dating. The first time I visited his family in their home I had to hold back the shock, as soon as I saw their kitchen I knew it was the same from the dream and I realized it WAS Mack who I had hugged and made laugh. When I told him about the dream later on, he admitted a strange bit of information too. One of the first guitars he was ever given he named "Laura"... my name.

As an added bonus I found a Mayfield Dairy key chain in high school and kept it on my purse because I thought it was funny. And it was was his father receiving a job with Mayfield Dairy that had moved their family to where we are now.