I miss dreaming. At least, dreaming like I used to. No, not those kind of dream - mind out of the gutter. I used to control my dreams (I believe this is called lucid dreaming). I could fly on demand, I could live if I fell off a cliff, I could script every night into exactly whatever adventure I wanted. Now my dreams are flat and boring, and I don't seem to have control of them anymore, probably due to the sleeping medications my neurologist gave me.
I also, very infrequently, used to have prescient dreams (foretelling dreams). They always took the form of a normal dream that has what I call a "guest appearance" in them. I call them "guest appearances" because they're totally unrelated to the dream that I'm involved in. In one dream, the local radio DJ walked through the dream of me playing golf, waved, and said one work, then "walked off screen". That one word was the answer to a radio contest the next day. I called in and won, but felt bad about it, and told them to give the prize tickets to the next caller. On another occasion, I told my husband about a strange dream I had the previous night. In the dream, I was in the mall shopping with a friend. Then, out of nowhere, a train came whizzing through the mall, derailed, and skidded on out of the scene. The girl I was shopping with in the dream didn't see the train. When I woke the next morning, I told my hubby about the previously night's dream. You see, he worked on a train, hanging on the outside and changing cars at stops. I told him I was probably being silly, but could he please not hang on the side of the train today, just as a favor to me, and ride in the engine between stops. He thought I was being silly, but agreed. I didn't hear from him all that day, which was unusual, but he finally called around 4:00 PM to tell me that he hadn't been able to call because the train had derailed, and some of the cars had overturned, and they had been working with environmental cleanup crews all day. He had taken me seriously, and had ridden in the engine, which did not overturn.
The next dream was an ordinary everynight dream, then suddenly I jumped out of it, and into some government type office, and I was looking out through someone else's eyes, stuffing death certificates into envelopes to be mailed out. I/she/whoever I was in - mentioned that it was sad that all 4 death certificates were going to the same address, as 4 siblings had drowned. Then, I jumped back to the dream I had been having, and it carried on as before. I told my associate at work the next day about the strange dream, and we searched the internet for "siblings drown" or "children drown", but nothing came back. Three days later, the story broke. Four children were reported drowned on a church outing in a neighboring state. The children had been playing in a wading area of the river. Unknown to anyone, a flood the week previous had washed away some of the wading area, and one of the younger sisters went under with the current. One brother and sister after another went in, trying to save another. All were pulled under with the current. One brother, the mother's fifth child, was able to get close enough to be pulled to shore. The other 4 children drowned. What were the chances? It happened so fast in the dream that I didn't get the details of names or addresses, so why did I have the dream at all? There was no way I could change what happened.
I don't have these dreams anymore. The drugs or the epilepsy or altered brain waves have taken it away. I know a lot of people are going to read this post and think I'm a nut. But, people at my work believe, because I always tell the dreams first, then these things happens well after the telling. I asked my co-worker if she was having a brake problem, and she said "Yes, how did you know"?. I didn't want to tell her that I'd had a dream of her breaks going out in an intersection, and her hitting a teenage girl's car and killing her. Instead, I just told her to get her brakes fixed that day. She laughed and said that if I said the brakes needed fixing, then the brakes needed fixing. She took her car on her lunch break and had it fixed. The mechanics said if she hadn't brought it in when she did, her brakes would have probably failed. Would it have happened? Will it still happen later? I don't know.
Well, I guess sharing that makes everyone think that I am either schizophrenic, eccentric, attention-seeking, or just a plain old nut case. I can't swear I'm not, because only crazy people believe they're not crazy. Perhaps this strange thing was the result of seizures, and now that they're under control, it won't happen any more. It just proves that there are more things in heaven or earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy, I guess. Or, I'm a nut. Doesn't matter about the label - it's who I was, and not who I am anymore.
If I could control just one more dream, it would be of me driving again! I can't believe how much I miss that. Funny how something that was so ordinary now seems like such an adventure again. I can't wait until October 1st! I'm going to drive west to the state line, and turn around and drive east to the other state line. I'm going to stop and see every cheesy tourist attraction on the way, and gorge myself on salt-water taffy and southern soul food at every truck stop!