I hope this wasn't a premonition...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I had a disturbing dream about half an hour ago.

First I was dreaming that I was someone else…someone who was being watched, by an intruder, as I slept and gradually realized this. Then I switched to being me, with Mr. Rilch and some other people, recreating for them: “Oh god, do you remember when we lived in the old apartment? And I woke up to that guy strangling me? That was the scariest moment in my life…not even being able to call out to you and you were right there. Thank god you woke up.”

Gradually, by degrees, I became more awake, until I finally realized that that wasn’t no memory. I heard Mr. Rilch tossing and turning next to me, and asked if he was awake too. He said he was, and I told him, “I just had a dream that I very much hope wasn’t a premonition.”

He says it may just be some fear in my subconscious, but he’s glad I told him anyway.

We’re quite safety conscious…but I constantly fear that we, or I, may overlook something that we never thought we should do or not do, and create an opportuntiy for an attacker. Or there may be some way that I’m/we’re vulnerable that I simply can’t, physically or logically, do anything about.

For instance, I always look in my backseat before I get in my car. But if someone was in there, I’m not sure what I could do. Run, yeah, but… I’ve also heard the one about attackers hiding under cars and slashing people’s ankles. I believe that to be an urban legend. But even if it’s not, I’m damned if I’m going to bend down and look under my car before I get into it. That would definitely make me a target.

There’s also the fact that the BBQ last night didn’t agree with me, plus Mr. Rilch forgot to turn down the thermostat. Man, I hope that’s all it was.

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I’ve had incredibly lucid dreams that occurred exaclty as I ‘foresaw’ them, right down ,in one case, to the wood grain pattern on some wood poles that were being used as roof props for a childhood den, I even knew the roof was going to come down in the way it did and moved out of the way on the strength of it.

Other times I’ve had a premonition of dread which turned out to be more a case of ‘information’ rather that any threat, maybe its a fear of an unusual experience.

My rational head says there are explanations to this, its just that I looked in the wrong places.

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I once had an incredibly realistic dream about my mother being attacked by an intruder.
So I called the cops. The ones in the town that she lives in and they asked ‘Did you call her?’ Like she could pick up the phone if she was being attacked. They went by her house and checked it out and called her. She was fine.

But the dream was so real and frightening that I was sure it had to be happening.
Glad it wasn’t.

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I have attack dreams all the time, and often they can be frighteningly realistic while they are happening, until I wake up. Usually I wake up right before the attacker gets his hands on me (I always dream the attacker is going to rape me :frowning: )

Your dream is far more likely a projection of fear than a premonition of an event. It’s frightening enough without addind that to the mix.

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Thank you all for the reassurance.

Turns out it was a good thing we both woke up. Each of us had thought the other would close and lock the balcony door, so neither did. Until I got up and saw it.

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Well there’s your premonition! I always believe that dreams mean something! Your subconscious was worried about the door, which turned into “Hey! An attacker got in here!" Works out, does it not? :smiley:

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Yes.

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I had a dream of two guys machinegunning at a group of kids floating on a raft down a river. They had bad aim, luckily.

As they were retreating from cops, they covered up their tracks by launching incendiary grenades, which turned the entire huge field (apparently they made really good time) into a massive wash of flame.

Later, their boss broke into the secret base of someone who was supposed to be Wonder Woman, but I’m pretty sure she was faking it because her powers seemed a lot more like Magneto’s. He had a non-magnetic firearm, so was feeling pretty cock. When she tried to yank it from his hand, about a thousand other guns flew out of nowhere and stuck to her, but not his. He laughed, but had apparently forgotten that she controlled magnetism, not was magnetic, because she then twisted them all into a big coccoon of scrap metal around him. His last ditch plan was revealing he was strapped to a powerful bomb, but she hurled him back into the submarine he’d arrived in, crumped that up around him for good measure, and hurled the whole mass down the aforementioned river, into the aforementioned napalmed field, where it then exploded.

I’m not sure if I’d like that to be a premonition or not.

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What did you eat before you went to sleep? Or drink? Or smoke?