Last night I had a dream that featured a mailbox. I don’t ever recall dreaming about a mailbox. My mailbox had been knocked down, I put it in the back of my truck, took it out of my truck, put it back in my truck.
Then, today, not five minutes after another synchronicity occurred, I looked up as I was on my walk and saw this. Note the mail scattered on the ground by the mailbox sitting several feet away from its post.
