OK, so you know how sometimes an odd thing will happen, and you’ll think “Wow, I dreamed about that! It came true!” and then nobody believes you because you have no proof?
Here’s the solution.
Post your dreams that seem prescient here. Then, when they come true, you’ll have a time-stamped record and we can all be duly impressed.
I’ll go first.
Last night I dreamt that Pope John Paul II died. The clothes he died in were then put on traveling display, along with Princess Diana’s dresses. For some reason, his robes were yellow. Included in the show were the clothes the Pope was wearing when he was shot and survived (a near death-miss! Obviously worth putting on display!).
Hey! What a great idea! Except now I can’t remember any of my dreams, except the one (mentioned in another thread) where I was getting it on with Daryl Hall . . . .
and I hope that doesn’t end up happening for real!!! :eek:
I dreamed that Dick Cheney had a heart episode so Bush asked Condoleeza Rice to be his vp. She accepted, then Bush was killed and she became the first black, and the first female president. In my dream she was really pissed because she wanted to be elected president, not just get it from constitutional succesion.
Btw, I find Rice very attractive, so in my dream I kept thinking, “Hey maybe I can hook up with her now”. Why I thought that my chances of hooking up with her went up when she became president is anyone’s guess.
Well I hope I’m wrong.
On March 31st Mrs. Z and I will take a little vacation. We’re going to DisneyWorld! At least we think we are but my subconscious has different ideas. I had a dream that during our decent into Orlando the plane decended in a rather abrupt fashion. In short I dreamed that our plane crashed.
I haven’t told Mrs. Z about this. I don’t think I will.
Well, I for one hope it does happen. That way, when I come home and secretly catch you two going at it like bunny wabbits, I can stand out in the hallway (without being seen, understand) and sing “Private Eyes/ they’re watching you/ they see your every move…”
:eek:
And then when you ask me why I’m leaving you, I’ll belt out a “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)”
