I somehow didn't believe in mysticism or in God, but something happened that made me think. Once I had a dream: a small child in light clothes, drawing something on a piece of paper in the middle of a white room. I gradually approached him and was soon able to see his creation. It was a withered tree on which the kid was painting on green leaves. He was so carried away by his occupation that he did not seem to notice me, but then suddenly raised his head and looked into my eyes. At this, the dream ended.
The morning of the same day did not work out. Everything fell out of hand, went awry and I was late for work, which I really did not like. Our boss was not a gift - a minute of delay and a "goodbye, bonus." All thoughts on the way to work were about how to be in time in order not to get a reprimand or a fine.
In a hurry, I began to cross the road, and at some point I saw something familiar under my feet. The crack on the asphalt resembled a tree from a dream - I even somehow slowed down in surprise. At that moment, a car rushed right half a meter away from me.
Strange events saved my life and forced me to reconsider some views on life. I think I understood that dream. Thank you Angel!