Dreams That Came To Pass

In My Humble Opinion
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More or less inspired by this thread.

Ever have a dream come true? Even better (for storytelling purposes), ever have a bad dream come true?

Mine was the last day of August, 2001. I had quite a nasty dream of watching airplanes crash into a pair of skyscrapers, causing their collapse.*****

The next day, I told this to my wife and several co-workers (I remember telling them that I “wanted credit…you know…in case it comes true…ha ha ha.”). When I reminded people of this two weeks later, my reputation quickly went from “wonderful husband”/“good co-worker” to “creepy psychic-dream guy”.

So, anyone else ever had their dreams cross the line into reality?

*****Note: I make absolutely no claim of any psychic claptrap here. I didn’t even dream specifically about the WTC. Actually, for some odd reason both skyscrapers resembled the Empire State Building.

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wow Hal! that is creepy.

I have had this happen several times. It’s usually not anything grand. For instance I dreamt that I was cutting lemons on a counter top that was a faux wood-grain design. The entire kitchen was not familiar to me at all. At the time I had that dream, my countertop was cream formica. Well months later I move out of state and get an apt. It was a hot summer and I decided to make real lemonade, something I had NEVER tried before. And lo and behold, there I am standing in my apt. kitchen, cutting lemons on a faux wood-grain counter top.

I didnt pay particular attention to the kitchen and its counter when renting the place, the living room was overly large and that was the selling point (or renting point ) for me.

So yes, little connections like that happen for me all the time. I call it Dream-ja Vu.

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I had a friend tell me she dreamt I was in a bad accident.

My husband (then boyfriend) told me not to go to a party.

That evening I went to the party and was in a bad accident.

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Yep. About a month ago, I dreamt that my mother and I were running away from a tornado. Six hours later, we were running away from a tornado.

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Happens all the time, and has happened since I was a kid. Almost every time I get deja vu I realize it’s because I dreamed about that situation.

For instance, when I was 10 I had a dream that I was having a meal in a restaurant with my sister and a cousin I’ve never met, telling them about my two boyfriends.

When I was 14, we had a large family reunion and I met a cousin who was the daughter of my dad’s first cousin (I think that makes her my 3rd cousin?) We were around the same age and hit it off. The reunion was at a hotel in Santa Maria, CA, and one afternoon my cousin, sister and I decided to have lunch at the restaurant in the lobby. She asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said I was interested in two different guys. Then I remembered my dream.

Most of the dreams have been random situations or events, things that didn’t make sense at the time but that I ended up experiencing days, months, or years later. The most frightening one was the night in college I dreamed that my cats died, and they were talking to me about how it was their time to go. A couple of days later I was talking to my mom on the phone and she said one of the cats was dying (the other one lived a few years after that, luckily).

The only time I dreamed of something that came true right away was the night before the science fair in 8th grade, I dreamed I won first place. And when I got to school the next day, it turned out I’d won first place!

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I’ve done this several times. The ones that I remember most are when I dream about someone dying.

I was in college, living in the co-ed dorm, when I came home from class in the middle of the afternoon and took a nap. * I dreamt I was in my uncle Howard’s house in Bakersfield and he and my aunt Tina were eating lunch. He got up, walked into the front room and sat in his recliner as my aunt cleaned up the kitchen. Aunt Tina just chatters away for a while and Uncle Howard sits up, looks at me, and says “Well, I gotta go now,” and he walks past me out the front door. He plays with my hair as he walks by and as I watch him leave, I hear my aunt calling his name. As I turn toward her she walks into the room and shakes him. And starts to cry. * After a while I wake up and sit there on the side of my bed, kinda frozen. When the section phone rang in the hall I knew it was my mom. I walked out and answered the phone with “Is Uncle dead?” And I hear my mom’s voice ask how I knew.

A couple of years ago, we had DeHusband’s nephew and family up for Memorial Day. After a long night of nephew’s baby screaming, I was taking a nap during the afternoon. *I dreamt I was lost in a thick white fog, very bewildering and frustrating. I knew where I wanted to go but everything kept changing. I was getting very tense and angry when I hear this woman’s voice say “That’s enough of that.” And the fog and frustration just melted away. (The voice sounded like my mom or one of her sisters.) * I wake up, stand next to the bed, and reach for the phone. Then it rings. The phone isn’t where it’s supposed to be but I can’t find it and start to shake. DeHusband comes down the hall and looks in the bedroom at me - 2nd ring. “Where’s the phone? I have to find the phone. It’s important!” I tell him. He picks up the phone in the other room on the 3rd ring. I hear him say “Yes… Oh no. OK just a second. I’ll give her the phone…” I take the phone and I hear a woman’s voice ask “Are your people still there?” I start to cry. Because all their voices sound the same, I think it’s my Aunt Jeanne calling to tell me my mother’s died. I say “Tell me. Just tell me” and DeHusband starts stroking my hair. When she speaks again, I realize it’s my mom on the phone. She tells me that Aunt Betty who had alzheimer’s had a stroke during the night and died just a few minutes ago having never regained conciousness.

Am I psychic? No. When I’m worried about the people I love, I dream about them. The sicker they are, the more I worry, the more vivid the dream. But maybe I shouldn’t take afternoon naps, just in case. :stuck_out_tongue:

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My new kitten got out the other night and was gone for four days. I was certain he wasn’t coming home.

Saturday I dreamed he popped through the screen door as always. Then Sunday we were sitting on the couch and Ace pops through the screen door. I was so happy!
And once, back in 7th grade, I dreamed that my best friend’s uncle died (and I didn’t know him or anything). She called the next day to tell me an uncle of hers had died the night before. Weeeeiiiiiiirrd.

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It doesn’t happen all the time, but when it does, the detail is uncanny.

Like the time I dreamed I went to my girlfriend’s apartment and she greeted me with a hug and kiss, then asked me to come into the living room to meet someone. There sat an Indian man, in his underwear, reading the newspaper. She introduced him as “Robbie, a friend of (her) brother’s.” We said hello and shook hands and then she invited me into the kitchen and offered to make me a ham sandwich.

When I awoke, I wrote the dream down. I have an almost complete record of my dreams since 1971.

Three days later I went to my girlfriend’s apartment and that exact scene played out in detail, right down to the ham sandwich. People have questioned why I wasn’t suspicious of a man in his underwear in her living room – she and her brother were immigrants from India, as was Robbie, and I didn’t expect them to adhere to New England’s cultural mores.
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When I was nine, I had a dream that my grandfather on my mom’s side, with whom I was very close, died. He was dead when I woke up. Same for my grandfather on my dad’s side when I was 12, then my grandmother on my dad’s side when I was 14, and my grandmother on my mom’s side when I was 23. Then last year, I had a dream that my Aunt Betty died, and came in and joked about it to my husband (nothing mean - it just made me uneasy, so I said, “With my luck, she’ll be dead by morning”), who I was dating then. She was dead two days later. I don’t think I’m psychic or anything (hell, I’m not even sure I believe in that stuff), maybe just very close to all of my family members, but all those experiences did creep me out to no end.

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This is not my experience, but was related to me by a friend who served on the USS Evans, a ship that was cut in half by another ship during the Vietnam War, with a loss of life of 74 sailors.

My friend, after having a few too many drinks one night, told me about a recurring dream he had while serving aboard the Evans. It was a nightmare in which everything was chaos: he’s in a room that is shaking wildly; articles are flying through the air and cascading down on him; he wakes up in a panic.

On the night of the collision, my friend had traded “quarterdeck duty” with a friend so that he could get some sleep. He awoke when the collision occurred and thought he was having the same nightmare, only realizing that it wasn’t a dream when it didn’t end. His friend was one of the men killed in the incident.

Jack was a Boilerman on the ship. After being returned to the U.S. for therapy and to await reassignment, he requested a rate (specialty) change to Utilitiesman so he wouldn’t have to go to sea again. Considering the trauma he went through, the request was granted.

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Indygrrl’s dream reminded me of another one I had more recently.

The last place I lived in Berkeley, one of my roommates had a cat who was an escape artist. You had to be really careful or she’d run right out the front door when you walked in. One of my other roommates accidently let the cat out (without realizing it) one night while cat owner was away, and nobody realized the cat was gone until cat owner returned the next day.

The cat had been out for a night before, but this time she was impossible to find. We lived on a busy street (Martin Luther King, if anyone’s familiar with Berkeley) and she’d always been an indoor cat (and had been declawed before my roommate got her), so after a week or so of searching, calling, putting up flyers, and visiting all the shelters in the area, cat owner roommate gave up.

Another week or so went by. One night, about two or three weeks after the cat disappeared, I had a dream that I got up in the morning (it was a Saturday), opened the cupboard to get out some dishes and start making myself some breakfast, and saw the cat! She was skinny, but otherwise OK. Somehow she had been hiding in the cupboard for weeks and nobody had found her.

I woke up from that dream thinking “Hmmm.” I went into the kitchen, opened that cupboard (of course - why wouldn’t I?), and of course, there was no cat. But I had a feeling that I needed to look out the kitchen window. I looked out, and there was the cat, skinny as a rail, sitting at the bottom of the stairs (we lived on the 2nd floor). I went downstairs and got that cat and pulled her inside.

Who knew that an indoor-only declawed elderly cat could survive outside in a city next to a very busy street for weeks?

Cat-owning roommate always said that she thinks that dream was me calling to the cat, telling her to come back. Because how weird is that to see her at the bottom of those steps, just after I’d had the dream?

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I asked a similar question here.

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I posted not too long ago that I had a dream in April that Ray Charles passed away (and I was, oddly enough, summoned to his bedside.) I dreamed in May that Ronald Reagan passed away.

I mentioned then that the creepy part wasn’t that they came true so much (I mean, they were both fairly old guys) but that, the day before Ray Charles’ death, I dreamed of my father passing away. That was creepy - especially when I noticed all three share the same first initial.

And the Reagan dream, I also told to my mother “in case it came true” which was actually convenient, since by the time it happened, I had forgotten it, and my mother was the one who reminded me.

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My mom told me about a time many years ago when we lived in a different house and she had a prophetic dream. From the kitchen window we could see a series of hills at the edge of town. In my mom’s dream she was looking out the kitchen window and she saw a small plane crash into the hillside. A few weeks later this really happened in about the same area, although my mom didn’t actually witness the crash itself.

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I had a dream about the first time I would hook up with my (future) husband.

I would occasionaly have dreams about my best friend’s brother, usually every 6 months or so. I would tell my friend about them, to her horror/bewilderment. I was in a LTR at the time, and even though I did like her brother that way, I assumed nothing would ever happen and it was just a fixation.

The dream in question: I’m at a bar in Ithaca we used to frequent, as said brother was in a band with my then LTR and other friends of mine. However, instead of being a narrow hole-in-the wall, the place was large, with hardwood floors and a deck on the river with sliding glass doors running along its length. But I just knew, like you do in dreams, that it really was Bar So and So.

The band my LTR and said brother in are playing the place in my dream, and its packed with everyone we know. And me and said brother are in the center of the place, making out like our lives depended on it, in full view of everyone.

So, lets skip ahead about 3-4 years. (That dream really stuck with me.) Bar So and So has switched locations, they bought an older bar right on the river, renovated it, and call themselves the New Bar So and So. Deck on the river, sliding glass doors, the whole layout was pretty much laid out as in my dream. (It hadn’t rung any bells for me at this point though.)

I go there one night for a pretty big concert with a caravan of people. Said brother ends up there (without his sister) because he’s in the opening band that evening. I end up there (without LTR) because LTR and I are REALLY not getting along and everyone else was going.

After said concert - which was awesome - I end up in mutual friend’s RV in the parking lot hanging out with friend’s brother and a few other people. The few other people crash out, and friend’s brother and I admit years of long term attraction. Yadda yadda yadda, and we got married a year later.

The location of the dream, the band performing, and assorted other symbolism really freaked out my now-sister in law after she remembered me telling her about the dream years before. My husband just smiles smugly.