Blast from the Past

I had a dream last week that I wrote down while I was stuck in the airport between Chicago and New York. It was a layover and I had nothing else to do, so I wrote out the entire thing, and it amounted to about 2 pages front and back hand-written. While I won't bore you with the entirety of it here, I will give you the gist:
I was at my grade school gymnasium with an assortment of people from high school and college working on a project. This kid from my grade school (Ryan B.) - who I haven't seen, much less even thought of in the past nine years - pulls up a chair behind me and we start talking as if old friends. We joke in a friendly flirtatious way, the way I might with any guy I'm good friends with. It's clear that we have conversations like this often. I dwelled on this dream for a while, mostly because it was weird that he popped up in it.
Tonight, I went to an (apparently) popular bar in St. Louis and Ryan B. walked in. Why did I dream about him a week ago? And not only that, but I remembered it and it stuck with me for the past week. Ryan B. and I did have a couple different convos, along with Brian N., because you have to have a trio to have a good, well-rounded grade school reunion.
What do you say to someone like that: Hey, what have you been up to for the past ten years? According to tonight's experience, that's exactly what you say. I got along with Ryan B. and Brian N., surprisingly, since I always thought in grade school that they thought I wasn't "cool enough" for them. I guess once you get older and you realize that it was all ridiculous, you grow out of that phase. But how weird is it that Ryan B. showed up there? My subconscious is prophetic.