A Freakish Coincidence...

This afternoon I decided not to catch my usual train home because I had a friend that wanted to catch up for coffee, so I was waiting for her. I did, however, still walk to the station because I have to cross over it to go to the place that we were meeting at. As I was standing there talking to a girl from my class I saw the physical manifestation of the main male character in my story, the story that I've been writing since around April, long before I started studying again.
Have you ever seen a guy (or girl for you males) that you literally cannot look away from, though you know you shouldn't stare? This person that was walking towards me just couldn't possibly exist in real life, looking so much like my character, especially since I wrote him so completely beyond the ordinary (as you do with fictional characters). So I thought I'd write it as a bit of a story, mainly because I'm in the mood to write.

The day had gone quickly, and though I was eager to go home I was meeting up with my best friend, who I hadn't seen for weeks. The weather had turned annoyingly warm, the kind of warm that presented an omen for the summer to come, and the excessive temperatures that are to be expected from living in Australia. I walked to the station with a girl from class, listening to her chatting away about her plans, first date embarrassments, and the impending horror that would be this particular male's meeting her family experience. I liked that I had finally become comfortable with talking to people that I didn't usually have anything to do with, and since I had time to spare I listened, and offered my own little anecdotes where I could. For the first time in ages I felt confident, albeit in a 'why-did-I-wear-this-particular-skirt' kind of way (because I'm just one of those people who isn't completely comfortable with themselves at all times).
A warm breeze pushed my fringe towards my eyes as I saw him. He was walking away from the university in my direction, and suddenly I couldn't hear what the other girl was saying, I was just shocked. His hair was the darkest black, and his skin was almost olive, but white from months of winter. He had amazingly neat clothes considering it was the afternoon, a beautiful blue shirt and perfect black pants, and the way he walked was as if he wasn't really there. He had a walking stick, due to what I'm assuming was some sort of accident, and something about the way he walked was hard to look away from. He had an air about him that was detached, and rather than looking at anything he was simply looking. It was hard to believe that anyone like that existed outside of the movies.

Now, I'm not one to write rants about complete strangers, but the point is that he is my character, and I was completely shocked. It made my writing a bit more real for me, though I still hope it will retain it's air of fantasy to others.

On a completely different note, I keep having dreams that come true a few months later. Now, these dreams aren't about anything remotely interesting, they're about ordinary, every day events. Every time something happens that I dreamt about it starts as a strong sense of deja vu, and then I suddenly recall having dreamt about the conversation months earlier. Needless to say it's frustrating. I never dream about winning the lottery...