This letter actually ran in a daily newspaper.
To the editor:
For the past four nights of seven nights, I have had the darndest dream that scares me in afterthought. My wife was in need of an over-the-counter drug that helps her sleep so I went to the nearest drug store.
Upon arriving at the parking lot I was amazed to see 200-300 cars seeking parking spaces. Also, a number of people running in and out of the automatic doors. I parked on the next block, residential, and walked 5-6 blocks to the pharmacy. Inside the pharmacy were several dozen people screaming and shoving one another. There were so busy with yelling and cursing on another no one paid any attention to me as I approached the service counter. The young lady yelled at me, “If you do not have Russian or Chinese money, I cannot help you!”
Do dreams in numbers really come true?