MusicMan91 saidAnyway have you guys ever had any bizarre things happen to you that you couldn't explain?
For about a year in the late 1990s I began to see the future in my dreams. No important content, no save-the-world messages, just mundane stuff in my life I'd dream a few days before it happened. Skeptics would chalk it up to coincidence, but try this one:
The dream I'd had was so unusually vivid, and the memory so strong, that I felt compelled to e-mail it to several friends, to make a record of it. Though I didn't know why, the content wasn't really all that special. And I'd never e-mailed a dream before.
Three days later I unexpectedly met one of those friends on a sidewalk in downtown Seattle. I liked hanging out with him, and I took him into a small indoor downtown mall that was right there, to window-shop while we talked, and get us off the sidewalk. He told me a new restaurant had just opened upstairs the day before, featuring grand opening deals. We agreed to try it.
We were offered an outdoor table for 2, on a patio overlooking the street below. We ordered, when a very loud motorcycle drew my attention. I looked down, and suddenly gasped - this was my dream. I excitedly reviewed my e-mail with him.
The dream began with my entering a large, old brick building downtown, which this real mall had been converted from. Inside were small eccentric shops, staffed by people with red hair & blue, their bodies heavily pierced & tattooed. We were near the Univ of Seattle, some of the students actually appearing that way, and working in these shops we looked into that day.
In my dream the restaurant table had the unusual feature of being constructed of about 20 wooden slats with open spaces between them. So was our actual table, the slats oriented in the identical direction as the dream. We sat on high cocktail chairs, same as here. Our table was at the end of a row of 8 tables. Again, exactly the same.
We were facing in the same positions, and to my left in the dream was the railing above the street & sidewalk below. To my right was a curved archway with double open doors, through which I could see people drinking at the bar inside, and here was that identical scene in real life, the doors the same size & style, the bar in the same position. Even the contrast between the bright daylight outside versus the dimmer lighting inside, that made the people inside hard to distinguish, was a carbon copy of the dream.
And when the loud motorcycle had made its appearance in my dream, I awoke and the dream ended. So it was now that the motorcycle snapped me "awake" and into the realization of what had been happening. I'll mention, though, that in the dream my dining companion had indistinct facial features, but certainly a man, so I couldn't say that it was my friend now sitting with me.
What strikes me is that our meeting was accidental, and especially to location. My dream and e-mail were before this restaurant opened, neither of us had any idea what it looked like inside. We were led to that table, we didn't choose it ourselves. And neither of us could have stage managed the loud motorcycle.
Yet what did it all mean? Nothing, as far as I could tell. Nothing came of it afterwards, no aftermath. It was just a step-by-step, moment-by-moment, extremely detailed prediction of an ordinary activity of mine, 3 days in the future. And it still spooks me.