5 January 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Two nights ago, I dreamed that Angela was working in a mall.  It looked the mall in the movie True Stories.  She was wearing a business casual suit with a powder blue blouse. I waved to her, and I thought she smiled at me, but then I realized that she was smiling at the tall, handsome man walking behind me and away from her. When I e-mailed Angela this dream, she told me that she and I had a psychic bond because her dad had just died the night before last.