Dreams, like synchronicity, respond to
If you want them, they will come.
The Power of Flow, p. 137
My mother was dying in the hospital,
and nobody knew why exactly. I dreamed of a little girl in South
Africa dressed in a white nylon sheath dress with ugly red/brown flowers.
In the dream were 47 people who spoke Afrikkaner; the little girl only
spoke English, and they beat her up badly. In the hospital, my mother
tells me she's allergic to Novocain and had to have a root canal. I go
back to her house and line up all the medications. I open each jar.
Eighteen bottles later, I come to one with red-and-brown capsules. I call
the pharmacy for the prescribing circular. They won't fax it. I go to the
doctor, get a note, go to the pharmacy, and get the prescribing
information. Not only is it Liocaine-based and thus antagonistic to my
mother's system, but it was N-tested on 47 people, and it was made in
South Africa. I checked my mother out of the hospital, put her on an
herbal detox regimen and she was fine in a week, but the drug blinded her.
Try to take that into the New Jersey court of law!
Gwynne Spencer, Albuquerque, N.M.
In December of 1994 I dreamed that my husband died
a violent death. I called his sister, for I was so upset over the dream.
Well, he did die. He was found dead about 60 miles from home due to a drug
overdose. It was a very tragic time for our family...he had been missing
for three days when they called me on Christmas night to tell me they
Nineteen years ago, my
mother and I both dreamed the same night that I was pregnant. I only had
one child then and she was nine years old at that time. Well, today I have
a 18-year-old son and a 28-year-old daughter. This dream happened when I
could have only been a few days pregnant and hadn't even had ANY evidence
that I could be and surely was not expecting to be.
I can't tell you how many times something
has been repeated to me. For example, last summer I was day dreaming about
my dream home: a log house in the woods with a creek, etc. In my daydream
I decided to add a gate you had to go through to enter the property. The
gate would say "Evergreen" on it, for it would be a place in evergreen
trees. Within 2-3 days it started happening. I was talking to a co-worker
when he said, "You should see Evergreen, Colorado, it's gorgeous.Ē Then
when I got home, there was an email from my cousin telling me her son was
going to Evergreen College. Every time I turned around for days, Iíve seen
the word "evergreen" written in a news report, or something. I had hoped
it meant my dream would come true, but that was almost a year ago, and
still no log house or no money to buy one :o)
I can keep dreaming, can't I?
CP, Weatherford, Texas USA
One day at a yard sale I bought an old
clock. Iit was not working , but I wanted to use it in an art
piece I was working on. I often break down old stuff and incorporate the
cogs and gears into my work. All sorts of found objects and what most
people would call junk. When I got home I realized that the clock was
exactly like the one on the mantle of my best friendís house when we were
children. I used to love to watch the little balls spinning back and
forth. And to this day I have a fascination with old clocks.
childhood friend had moved away to England many years ago and we wrote for
a long time, and then lost touch with each other. I often wondered if she
had married into the Royal family. Ha! The night I bought the clock, I had
a dream about her. We as children were in her little playhouse, which we
used to call the Art Club. I was drawing pictures with little tubes of
lipstick and she was hanging them on the wall. There were a bunch of kids
outside waiting to get in to see "my work" and she was telling them to
wait, it wasn't "time" to come in yet.
The next day I was still thinking about the dream and on a whim I
typed her name into a Google search. I got a couple of hits, very obscure.
She has an unusual last name, and I figured after all these years,
was probably married etc. I did find one Carrie **** listed so I sent a short
email asking if she was by chance the same girl I knew as a child. The
next day I was out walking in my neighborhood and saw that someone had
thrown out an old typewriter. Remember, junk is my treasure, so I took it
home imagining how great those old keys would look in a new art piece.
When I got home, my husband was watching a biography on Stephen King. They
showed a scene from Misery and James Caan was typing something on the
EXACT same typewriter, an old Royal. My husband and I laughed out loud,
it was so strange and sitting right there on my living room floor. I went
to check my email and I was shocked. I had found her, and she was thrilled!!
As I was reading her email, the television was showing a scene from the
movie, you guessed it ...Carrie! To my amazement I found out that she was
living in New York City and worked in an art gallery in Manhattan.
I don't know what it all means, but I know I'm on my way to greater
things. Maybe Stephen King should write a book about synchronicity. And if
your reading this, Stephen, you know youíre on the right track.
|My parents live some 3,000 miles
away. One night, I dreamt that my dad was calling my
name over and over again, and I woke up sobbing. In the morning, I phoned
my parents to tell them about my odd and disturbing dream. During the
night, my mom said, my dad got up to make himself some tea. While he was
pouring the boiling water, he suddenly felt nauseous and fainted, waking
up later on the kitchen floor to find that he had a burn from the hot
water. He had no idea how long he was "out." I was surprised
and awed that my dad and I had connected in my dreams. I never knew before
how he needed me, and how connected we truly are.
S.H., British Columbia
|I had a weird dream about Michael
Jackson doing a new single, but some other black guy
was doing a lot of the talent, and a few minutes after I woke up, I was
looking at my ISP web site and a news headline was about Michael Jackson
having someone else write his next thing, and the guy in the picture was
the guy in my dream. I had had no idea this was the case, nor was the news
that interesting or important to me. I just dreamed my own intake of the
I have had a few dreams which later really
happened, but the most interesting one was about Saturday Night Live, as
dumb as that seems. I had a dream that I had just come home from my aunt
and uncle's, and turned on the TV just in time to see the last 5 minutes
of SNL. I found it odd because the show had two hosts. I also remember
that the musical guest was UB40. Two weeks later after returning home from
my aunt and uncle's with my parents at about 1:30, I turned on the TV to
see the last few minutes of SNL. They were just thanking the hosts and
musical guests. The hosts were Alec Baldwin and Kim Basinger. I have NEVER
seen SNL have two hosts except that time. The band playing was UB40.
I had a dream I was married to Steve McQueen,
actor (deceased). It was a really nice dream. He was a nice guy. I was
happy. I woke up and couldn't get this out of my mind, all day. While I
like the movies I had seen of his, he hadn't been on my mind in years. I
had never had a "crush" on him. Later in the day I got on the net and
found out that his birthday was that same day. He would have been 70. It
gave me goose bumps. I was more obsessed than ever. Later that day I was
driving to my sisterís and a new building I had never seen was on her
block -- "McQueen's." When I got to my sisterís, she was addressing an
envelope and asked me to put it in her mailbox (her baby was in her arms).
I looked at the envelope it was to Lisa MCQUEEN. I never figured what all
this meant. I think it was just to get me to research coincidence,
synchronicity and a deeper spiritual awareness.
Synchronicities definitely gather around when I
have a love-interest! Currently, I am hung-up on a shy
French girl with whom I worked at a seasonal job over 3 years, and I have
experienced a number of odd occurrences regarding her. One of the more
intriguing events occurred on Oct. 20th, 2001 at about 4:57am (AST): I'd
just awoken from a vivid dream in which this girl was (finally) realizing
that I do indeed have feelings for her - as she listened to songs on the
radio. (We're both music lovers, and had a habit of singing quietly -
often to and about each other - while listening to the radio at work.)
In any case,
in this dream she was glad to know that I did care for her (she's not the
most confident gal in the world), by noting that those 3 songs
represented how I felt for her. I then awoke, feeling very 'off' and
fuzzy, as I often do with synchronistic experiences. The last song in the
dream had been one which I attach to this girl in a very personal way, but
it was a newer song - one I hadn't heard while working with her (I no
longer have that job, and haven't seen the girl since). Still feeling
dazed, I had a crazy idea: See if that song is playing NOW on the radio!
(I don't know - maybe I was looking for even MORE confirmation that she'd
really gotten the message!) So, I reached over to the radio and turned it
on... At that instant, that very song was just beginning! I almost fell
over, but instead started laughing nervously ("Forget about going back to
sleep, Kiddo!"). Unfortunately, this girl and I have little in common -
besides terminal shyness and loving music - so it is unlikely that either
of us will have a relationship. However, I'd like to think that she at
least is aware that I care for her, even if nothing comes of it. (Awwwwww....!)
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