place of dreams

My daughter, as a gap year adventure, was hitch-hiking around Australia. One night, sleeping on a beach, she dreamt about me - a vivid and emotional dream that made a strong impression. She wrote to me about it, and the our corresponce initiated quite a significant transition in out relationship, helping to resolve a few old hurts. Along time later, looking at photos of her trip, I asked where was the place of her dream. She found a photo and showed me the place on a map. It was the same beach I has slept on maybe a decade before; comparing notes it could even have been under the same tree. She knew nothing of that episode in my life. Part of the pleasure in this story of coincidence is the entirely positive nature of its consequences.