posted on May, 14 2008 @ 11:46 PM
Looking for some input here.
About 3 weeks ago, I think maybe the night of April 26-26, 2008, I had a dream, which, although on the surface seemed quite ordinary as dreams go; but
which encompassed certain details that have left me in a quandary.
I’d like to share that quandary with you folks, and maybe get some more learned observations.
First, the dream:
It began, as most of my dreams do, with no introduction, no prelude, just suddenly there I am in the middle of a situation. I was in a small to
medium-sized meeting room or hall, something like what you might find in an average community center: filled to bursting it might have held 150-200
A meeting or lecture had just concluded, and I found myself lingering on with a handful of other folks. I do not recall the nature of the lecture,
but it is a this point that I realize that I am dreaming: Hilary Clinton walks up to me (I register the fact that she was the speaker at the just
ended function) and asks me if I would be interested in taking over the directorship of the community’s Cancer Society organization.
Point of information: I do not know Mrs. Clinton. I do not particularly support her current political aspirations. Nor have I ANY
operative knowledge of the “Cancer Society”, or any other non-profit organization. I belong to no such groups, nor do I know anyone who does, at
least that I am aware of.
In short, I have no idea why I would be in the position to be offered such a post, nor would I in good conscience be able to accept such a post if
Mrs. Clinton made it a point to tell me that the position “would pay in the low to middle six figures if you’re interested”, and if she could
find the budget. This is strange enough that I now realize that I’m dreaming and begin to wonder, while in the dream, if I’m having a
precognition dream. (I sometimes do)
Fast-forward. The next image in the dream has me in the parking lot of the “community center”, getting into what I recognize as my car.
But it is not my current vehicle, a late model BMW sedan, it’s an old late 60’s-early 70’s Rover 2000/3500, like the first car I’d ever owned.
The Brits on this board, who happen to be car nuts, would have recognized it for a P6 model. Rover sedans (mine was a ’69 2000TC) were exceedingly
rare back in 1976 California; I was very proud of mine.
In the dream, the car is a LHD model, as would have been sold in the US, brick red with white hood (bonnet), top, and trunk (boot), and a black
interior: well worn. The car I owned as a kid was a very proper British Racing Green (BRG) with a natural (light brown) leather interior.
As I’m getting into the car, I notice two white cardboard boxes on the dashboard “shelf”(those familiar with the P6 Rover will know what I
mean), one box is lettered in black or dark blue “VIRUEX “, the other box is labeled in red, “TAMIFIL”.
For some reason, I take both boxes, get back out of the car and proceeded to put the boxes in what I was expecting to be the trunk...
But, much to my surprise, This old Rover turns out to be a STATION WAGON! What the folks across the “pond” call an “Estate Car”.
I open the rear hatch (it reminds me of the tailgate on an old Citroen DS estate, opening as a single piece from the top), I note the high floor of
the cargo area, I put the two boxes on the floor of the cargo bay, and as I close the tailgate, I wake up...Perplexed.
What I am about to say, I say in complete honesty.
To the best of my knowledge and memory, I never knew an Estate version of the P6 existed, or did I recall that “Tamafil” is another name for
In fact, it was not until, hounded by the impression I received through the dream, that I did a Google Search for the existence of a P6 Estate. As I
said, the P6 was a very rare car in my neck of the woods, and they were all 4-door sedans.
I was completely stunned, and a bit chilled, that my research showed such a thing to exist; albeit, Only 150-160 were ever built. And not by the car
If not for this dream, and the Internet, I cannot for the life of me figure out how I might have even imagined that such a variant, especially in such
limited quantity, existed.
And so I put it to you all; this very specific information, about something I had no prior knowledge of, was presented to me in a dream. It was
presented in such a way and with such clarity, that I was able to establish the actual veracity of its existence via simple research. Even
though my knowledge would have led me to disbelieve what the dream was insisting as fact.
It is as if my dream is trying to prove to my conscious self that, even though it seems impossible, I can come to know real things through dreams,
which I would/could not have known otherwise.
Or, that I can trust the veracity of my dream-sourced information at least as much as I can trust Internet or MSM-sourced information!
And so...Why were there boxes of VIRUEX (whatever that is) and TAMIFIL in “my” very, very rare, but real car?
Should I be Concerned as well?