First, I offer the very insistent statement that I know there’s nothing more to this than coincidence. In no way do I think that I am at all prescient, psychic, paranormally tuned in, etc. I have no fear that the dream I had last night is going to amazingly “come true”, or that my dreams somehow influence waking reality. I know this beyond a shadow of a doubt. That doesn’t stop me from being a little creeped out by my dream last night.
But first…
I had a dream about two months ago that I had visited Ray Charles on his death bed. In my dream, Ray and I were right ol’ friends, going way back (even though he was more than twice my age) and I had gotten a call from Ray’s wife (I don’t know if the man is even actually married, but in my dream, he was) saying that Ray had taken a very serious turn for the worse, and that if I wanted to see him, I needed to hurry down there. So I did, and just as I sat on the edge of his hospital bed, he smiled faintly and passed away. Of course, Ray just died in reality a few hours ago. Nothing too surprising there, and really not too astounding a coincidence, seeing as he was getting a little bit up there in age.
A month ago, I had a dream that Reagan died. I had actually completely forgotten about this dream until my mother mentioned it the day he actually did die. “Gee, didn’t you tell me last month you had a dream that he died?” I chalked it up to (another, but I didn’t know it was “another” until just now) really unsurprising coincidence - the man was 93 years old after all, a noble age for any man. So, again, never really thought too much of this odd coincidence. Even after learning of Ray Charles’ death, coupled with Reagan’s death, and my dreams of both events, this isn’t really remarkable.
Last night?
Last night I dreamed that my dad passed away, and that I read about it on CNN. There were pictures of him with my sisters, and me. I remember thinking in the dream “Well, it’s really no wonder.” Probably because his family has no history of longevity - the oldest age achieved by one of his siblings so far was in the neighborhood of 60. Now there’s only my dad and his brother, neither of whom have very good health records (Dad had a heart attack last summer, Unc is going in for bypass surgery this month sometime). At any rate, I dreamed of my father’s passing; an upsetting enough dream in its own right.
3 dreams: 3 people, 3 deaths. 2 of the 3 have now passed on.
All 3 have the first initial R.
Yes, I know, it is a ridiculously bizarre coincidence, but it really, really gave me the heebie jeebies. Now, at least, seeing it in words, I can really recognize just how monumentally silly it is, and I feel a little bit better.
A little bit.