Do Dreams Come True?

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I had a curious dream last night. I was in a pub I used to frequent. The experience was quite vivid. There were quite a few customers and the noise was the usual, happy buzz of conversation littered with good-natured obscenities and the sun shone through the window, making solid shafts of light in the tobacco smoke ... that is how i knew this was an experience from the past - smoking is no longer allowed in any pubs! So, it was the Old Red Lion! As I was standing at the bar, waiting to be served, I heard a familiar voice at my elbow. It was Arthur, whom I haven't seen for years and, in fact, I don't now know what has become of him. Just at that moment, the barman asked what I was having. "A pint of Old Speckled Hen", I replied and added "and One For Arthur". "What are you drinking, old mate?" I asked him. "I think I'll have a glass of wine, if you don't mind", he replied. "Red or white?", I enquired. "Red.", he said, "Definitely Red!" "Like your politics!" I joked and he laughed. "More of That" he said "and I'll see you outside!" Of course, I knew he didn't mean it. He was always a good-natured fellow, even though he was a raving Commie, always going on rallies and demonstrations. It was at that point that I woke up, got dressed and went out to buy the paper. It contained a list of the Grand National runners, of course, since that race happens at 5:15 today, and, as I scanned it, I had that curious, creeping feeling up my spine, for there were all four names as they had occurred in my dream! Naturally, I just had to go out again and lay out a pound each way on each one! Now, whatever you do, please DON'T wish me "Good luck!" That will definitely break the magic! We shall just have to see what we shall see. I'll let you know what happens later.