Forecasting Events: From The Contents Of My Dreams

A premonition, an intuition, perhaps six senses or just plain coincidences, for whatever it is I have no control over forecasting events from the contents of my dreams. Is it our subconscious mind telling us things we knew right along, but refused to otherwise recognize them? Or is it much, much more? Could it be the spirit world contacting us to give us an advanced warning?

Dreams are not always informative at all and sometimes we know they are only forms of release from reality. Far, fetched drama and strange places to explore will call attention to our waking thoughts to help us remember the chaos going on in our heads while we sleep. If you have ever watched a sleeping dog make his feet go like he is running and then hear him bark you know even animals have dreams. Could the dog’s internal instinct be telling him something informative as he sleeps?

My dream journal entry for June 11, 2013 gives me another glimpse at a possible premonition:

Last night I had a dream I was watching an air show from the boardwalk in Atlantic City. Jet planes scatter across the blue sky roaring like thunder. I’ve never seen a show in person before quite like this one and a moment of awe came over me. The next thing I know I’m on the ground floor of a building which has paper taped to all the windows. There are people there with me. My son and his wife are the only ones I recognize. We hear the roaring of the jets and walk outside to watch them. We only catch a glimpse of the jets above the buildings.

Then I dream I am standing on a cobblestone street leading to several large buildings. It is dark outside with only the light from the doors and windows to shine the way as I walk across the street. I see the figure of a man walking away from me in another direction. I look through the door window onto a set of stairs leading to the second floor. I don’t go in. I turn around and walk back across the street under an awning of yet another building. Now it is broad daylight and someone walks up and hugs me. At first I have no idea who this person is, but we are alone. He holds me tight in his strong arms. I feel his chin against my forehead. I look up at him and I see the worried look on his handsome face. I know who he is now. He tries to comfort me. I don’t know why. He says, “Shhh. It’s okay.” I wake up. This man was the young Sherriff Emmett Ryker (Clu Gulager) in character, but without his horse. I had been visited by a lawman right out of a classic western television show only this was modern times.

I’ve had dreams of western stars before. I guess I’m watching too many westerns, but I refuse to believe it. I usually find some kind of meaning to a dream with a warning sign attached to it.

What a dream that was. What it means, I have no idea. But as much as I tried, I could not get back to the dream to find out what I need comforted for. It could be I only needed a hug.

I just looked it up to see when and where there would be an air show this year. The Thunder over the Boardwalk air show in Atlantic City is June 26, 2013. Could my dream told me of what was to be? This may explain the air show, but what about the need to be comforted? What about the stairway?

Sometimes I dream of loved ones passed over. Some of these people seldom pay me a visit and when they do I pay special attention. One night I had a dream of my mom who has been gone since 2006. We were shopping, riding around in a car, visiting neighbors and ended up at her kitchen table discussing family stuff. I don’t recall the actual conversations taking present in this dream, but it seemed to be one of those dreams that just kept going on and on. It had been a long time since my mom showed up in a dream and I was hopeful it was only a joyful visit. It seemed we only talked about the weather or how we liked our coffee.

Just one day later I get a phone call that mom’s brother is very bad and if I wish to see him I better do it soon. It had been a year since I had seen him. I always sent cards and letters, but I should have got down there even if he was almost three hours away. My daughter and granddaughters made the trip with me come Saturday, a couple days after I had gotten the call. He was alert enough to know we were there, but not much more. We lost him on Tuesday. They had his services on the Friday after that. This time my sister travels with me.

Was the dream I had of my mom a coincidence? I think not. I knew someone was going. I just did not know who mom was expecting to come home.

Dreams don’t always warn of bad events. Sometimes good things to come can be foretold through a dream as well. I have had dreams concerning puppies and babies and children laughing and singing. It’s a cheerful dream most likely to be only a form of release, but I can tell you, twice after dreaming such a dream I was told of a new baby to join the family. Is it a premonition? What do you think?

Here is my dream journal entry for July 21, 2013.

I had the strangest dream this morning. I am sitting at a table and the young Scott Lancer from the 70s western television show, Lancer is sitting there with me. He has a cut above his eyebrow. He takes my hand and looks very seriously at me. He says, “We will be okay.” It was like I believe him to be right about any problems my family was going through at the time. We had been worried about our new granddaughter needing more testing for Cystic Fibrosis. It turns out the new test come back normal a few days later. Thank God.

Was I fore told by yet another old western star who did not to worry me? It sort of looks that way to me. Or am I not to worry about something else entirely?