The Homeless Dream

I had an interesting dream last night. It started off as one of my recurring dreams, in which I am involved in a blue SUV car crash in a lit tunnel that happens to have a wet road. So after I crashed into the usual 18 wheeler tractor trailer which sets off the usual chain of crashes, I crawled out of the wreckage and walked to go meet my friends.

Then began another one of my recurring dreams, where I wander around the city in the rain trying to find my friends to go play soccer with a basketball. This time though, my dream shifted once again. I found myself in the middle of a closed road with one faceless friend of mine, talking to a homeless man. He had my complexion, a gray beard, glasses, and somewhat of a flat top. I don't remember what the circumstances were that led to this, but I needed to borrow a suit from him (it was an emergency). The suit that he was in fact wearing at the time. I somehow knew that he was given that black pin-striped suit from either a company I worked for, or a non-profit that I volunteered with. As he took off parts of the suit to give to me, it became apparent that he was wearing a denim two piece under it. Which was odd, because it was the middle of the summer, but 1. It wasn't hot at all, and 2. It had just rained.
Still, as I started to put the suit on, I realized that it fit me just as perfectly as it fit him. This meant that he had my exact same measurements. I began to think that God wanted to show me who I was going to be later in my life, and mentioned it to my friend. I actually started to believe that that man was me, because he had my habits, and character traits as well.
In exchange for letting me borrow the suit, we gave him a bag that we filled with all the money we had, some snacks and protein bars, dry-cleaning tickets, zip-locks, and some documents/forms, and some candy. There was one VERY IMPORTANT difference between me and this man that showed me that this was not a future version of me...
...
...he loved the Almond Joys that were in the bag.

**Disclaimer: I HATE Almond Joys so very, very, much. They are terrible candy**

What I thought about all day today was what this man said to me as he gave me this suit. He spoke on and on about my generation. How happy he was just to have received this suit. That it was through the work of people my age that he was able to have this suit. He said that he appreciated everything that had been done for him, because it showed that some young people actually thought about him and his needs. And the part that replayed in my mind all day was this quote: " This generation is important. God has shown me through them that there are still people... that you... how can I put this? That you can call on. That you can call on when you need someone." I don't remember much after that.

I learned much from this dream. I have a lot of respect for that homeless man. After talking to him, and finding out what a great human being he was, I honestly would be quite happy with my life if I grew old to be like him (even if somehow I was homeless).