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cherokeemist
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I don't remember the first dream I had that came true. I didn't even know the meaning of precognition until a lady friend informed me of the meaning after I told her about a dream I had that came true. I don't remember the first time I had a precognitive dream although I do remember my very first dream.
I was in a cartoonland like setting, everything was a cartoon. There was a felix the cat type character, dancing along the front of a white farm house type dwelling with a white picket fence with flowers planted along the front. It was so cool, when I woke up, I remember being so excited and running to my Mother and telling her about this wonderful experience and her explaining to me that it was just a dream and how it's normal to go to sleep and dream. I couldn't wait to go to bed that night.
I've always been baffled about how one can dream in vivid detail of events yet to come. I thought the future wasn't set in stone? Does everybody have this ability? If not. what allows one person to see the future and not others? How does this work, the mechanics of it all? I'm really curious and would like to know the inner workings of how all of this works. Believe me, I wouldn't have any interest in this subject if it didn't directly effect me. And furthermore, I don't claim to be psychic, or know it all nor am I enlightened, although I do consider this group to indeed be enlightened!
The most disturbing dream I had I don't consider a nightmare. Tornado dreams on the other hand to me are nightmare's of the highest order! To wake up with your heart pounding in your chest and still feeling the terror of such awesome power is enough to rattle my cage. I'm glad I rarely experience those terrifying dreams. The funny thing is, I love thunderstorms, the more violent the better, and when we have a tornado watch or warning, I'm the first one out there spotting for them. In real life? They bother me naught! Go figure.
Precognitive dreams are different and distinctive from my normal dreams. Most are about little minor details about things that are going to happen in my life. I have no control over what or who I dream about. The impression I get upon waking is so strong and the dream so detailed, right then and there I can tell that this event will come to pass, and like I stated, these are nothing of great importance and I usually take it in stride. I'd also like to add that these dreams don't happen very often.
The one dream that really gets me even today, and this happened around 79 or so, is the dream about an airplane crash at O'Hara. In the dream, I was standing in a room with my cousin, older brother, both now deceased, and my brothers best friend. We were standing in a circle passing around one of those cigarettes and a quart of beer. (this was back when I drank, I don't drink that poison anymore) We're standing there partying, joking around and carrying on. The next moment I'm standing alone, next to the window leaning against a table observing my kin laughing and joking around, then I'm looking at the room itself, real shabby, plaster busted out everywhere, the walls are painted this real ugly pea green color and the place stank. there was trash everywhere. The windows were filthy and it was a real dump, as were the other buildings that I could observe from my vantage point at the window. All of these buildings were old fashion and out of place and seemed to be from the 1800's. Now my view is expanded, like I'm floating above the whole scene outside and I see this huge jetliner barreling towards me and it's if I'm standing amongst the people in the cabin because I can clearly hear them screaming, screaming for their very lives, one of the most terrifying sounds I've ever heard by the way, but I'm still outside the jetliner floating above the whole scene. Then I'm standing at the window again and see this jetliner come crashing into a huge fireball. So I'm all excited and start yelling to my brother, a plane just crashed and exploded. They all turn to me and start saying I'm full of it and other remarks like yeah, right Rick, A plane just exploded outside the window, sure. I'm serious I says and they come to the window and they're are like all wow and a plane did explode. It ends there, or so I thought. That dream was so real, I couldn't forget it. I talked about it for weeks. Then it was pretty much left alone, not dwelling on it anymore, the intensity of my emotions dissipating when one day, my sister comes over for a visit, like she normally did back then. She had a Detroit Sunday Newspaper and on the front page was the exact same picture the angle and everything in that picture was exactly... the same scene I saw in my dream when I was in that expanded view. It was like getting slapped in the face, hard! I saw that picture and it was like, oh my god.
It might not mean much to others, it's like, you had to of been there. But it sure effected me.
I could never figure out why the old fashion buildings were where the plane crashed. If I'm not mistaken, that plane crashed right there on the runway. I remember, in the dream, the plane came in and crashed at an intersection where there were all of these old buildings. I should add that that town seemed like a ghost town, completely void of life except for our little group. It was like deserted, everyone...gone.
I don't talk about this subject at all because people tend to look at you a little funny you know, like you're a little off of your rocker. but I have to tell you, it feels pretty good to get it off of my chest. Because even though it happened over thirty years ago, It still pops up in my head every now and then, and I'd rather not remember it at all.
Thanks for hearing me out fellow traveler's!
I was in a cartoonland like setting, everything was a cartoon. There was a felix the cat type character, dancing along the front of a white farm house type dwelling with a white picket fence with flowers planted along the front. It was so cool, when I woke up, I remember being so excited and running to my Mother and telling her about this wonderful experience and her explaining to me that it was just a dream and how it's normal to go to sleep and dream. I couldn't wait to go to bed that night.
I've always been baffled about how one can dream in vivid detail of events yet to come. I thought the future wasn't set in stone? Does everybody have this ability? If not. what allows one person to see the future and not others? How does this work, the mechanics of it all? I'm really curious and would like to know the inner workings of how all of this works. Believe me, I wouldn't have any interest in this subject if it didn't directly effect me. And furthermore, I don't claim to be psychic, or know it all nor am I enlightened, although I do consider this group to indeed be enlightened!
The most disturbing dream I had I don't consider a nightmare. Tornado dreams on the other hand to me are nightmare's of the highest order! To wake up with your heart pounding in your chest and still feeling the terror of such awesome power is enough to rattle my cage. I'm glad I rarely experience those terrifying dreams. The funny thing is, I love thunderstorms, the more violent the better, and when we have a tornado watch or warning, I'm the first one out there spotting for them. In real life? They bother me naught! Go figure.
Precognitive dreams are different and distinctive from my normal dreams. Most are about little minor details about things that are going to happen in my life. I have no control over what or who I dream about. The impression I get upon waking is so strong and the dream so detailed, right then and there I can tell that this event will come to pass, and like I stated, these are nothing of great importance and I usually take it in stride. I'd also like to add that these dreams don't happen very often.
The one dream that really gets me even today, and this happened around 79 or so, is the dream about an airplane crash at O'Hara. In the dream, I was standing in a room with my cousin, older brother, both now deceased, and my brothers best friend. We were standing in a circle passing around one of those cigarettes and a quart of beer. (this was back when I drank, I don't drink that poison anymore) We're standing there partying, joking around and carrying on. The next moment I'm standing alone, next to the window leaning against a table observing my kin laughing and joking around, then I'm looking at the room itself, real shabby, plaster busted out everywhere, the walls are painted this real ugly pea green color and the place stank. there was trash everywhere. The windows were filthy and it was a real dump, as were the other buildings that I could observe from my vantage point at the window. All of these buildings were old fashion and out of place and seemed to be from the 1800's. Now my view is expanded, like I'm floating above the whole scene outside and I see this huge jetliner barreling towards me and it's if I'm standing amongst the people in the cabin because I can clearly hear them screaming, screaming for their very lives, one of the most terrifying sounds I've ever heard by the way, but I'm still outside the jetliner floating above the whole scene. Then I'm standing at the window again and see this jetliner come crashing into a huge fireball. So I'm all excited and start yelling to my brother, a plane just crashed and exploded. They all turn to me and start saying I'm full of it and other remarks like yeah, right Rick, A plane just exploded outside the window, sure. I'm serious I says and they come to the window and they're are like all wow and a plane did explode. It ends there, or so I thought. That dream was so real, I couldn't forget it. I talked about it for weeks. Then it was pretty much left alone, not dwelling on it anymore, the intensity of my emotions dissipating when one day, my sister comes over for a visit, like she normally did back then. She had a Detroit Sunday Newspaper and on the front page was the exact same picture the angle and everything in that picture was exactly... the same scene I saw in my dream when I was in that expanded view. It was like getting slapped in the face, hard! I saw that picture and it was like, oh my god.
It might not mean much to others, it's like, you had to of been there. But it sure effected me.
I could never figure out why the old fashion buildings were where the plane crashed. If I'm not mistaken, that plane crashed right there on the runway. I remember, in the dream, the plane came in and crashed at an intersection where there were all of these old buildings. I should add that that town seemed like a ghost town, completely void of life except for our little group. It was like deserted, everyone...gone.
I don't talk about this subject at all because people tend to look at you a little funny you know, like you're a little off of your rocker. but I have to tell you, it feels pretty good to get it off of my chest. Because even though it happened over thirty years ago, It still pops up in my head every now and then, and I'd rather not remember it at all.
Thanks for hearing me out fellow traveler's!
