True Story--What Dreams May Come

I was living in Iceland on Keflavik Naval Air Station. I was working the night shift, ten p.m. to six a.m. as a security policeman. One winter day, a day off, as I recall, I woke up from a rather vivid dream; I was engaging in a conversation about someone named Truman Capote. Awake, I didn't know who he was. I'd had dreams like this before. About people I didn't know. About books I hadn't heard of. About places I hadn't been yet, but would later visit. If you ask me, it's actually kind of creepy.

I went to the base library later that day, as I was wont to do on my days off. The name had haunted me, so I decided to look it up to see what it had to tell me. In the very first book I looked, a literary encyclopedia of sorts, I found Truman Capote. Simultaneously, over the library sound system, a song played, "And I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's? And you said, ' I think I remember the film; and you said, 'I think, we both kind of liked it,' and I said, 'Well, that's the one thing we've got..." I checked out both Breakfast at Tiffany's and In Cold Blood that day, although I only got time to read the former before I had to return them to the library.

I am still trying to figure it out...,what it is supposed to mean, if anything, in the long run of my life.