Back in July of '05, I started a thread about a vivid dream I had. In fact, I'd had a string of vivid dreams over the course of several days. I had
this to say about it then:
I haven't had a string of vivid dreams like this in years, since just before my surgeries in 2001. Its kind of freaking me out because the last time
this happened, I had my first surgery the evening of Sept. 10, 2001, and woke up the next day to 9/11, and felt like I was connected somehow to what
was happening.
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The London bombings were four days later.
I'm not trying to say I'm psychic or anything, because there was no specific information or warning attached to my dreams. I don't believe in
coincidence, though.
Well, its happening again. Three nights ago I had a vivid dream of riding a train, getting off at a station, and missing a connecting train I was
supposed to be on. I ended up in an unfamiliar house where I was pursued by two women who wanted to inject me with some substance. I resisted, evading
them for a while, but ended up letting them do it. I somehow knew that it wouldn't hurt me, though I got the impression it was intended to. I woke up
as they were injecting me.
The night before last, I had another vivid dream of being out on the water in a small boat. My son and another boy were with me, and before long the
boat began sinking, swamped by a wave or wake of some sort. I was in the water yelling at my son and the other boy to bail the water out. We saved the
boat but lost the outboard. All of a sudden, I was in another boat with just my son along, similar to the first boat, but not the same. We washed up
on a beach in heavy surf, and went up into a cabana to find out we were in Aruba and had been lost at sea for five months. I remember looking back at
the water and seeing massive waves start crashing on the beach. There was someplace on the island we needed to go. On the way, I was separated from my
son and woke up as I was searching for him.
Last night I had yet another vivid dream of being stranded and left behind after being out all night with my brother and friends. We ended up at a
restaurant, I fell asleep (yeah, in my dream I fell asleep) and they left me there. I had to take a boat to wherever I needed to go, and a nice young
lady paid my fare. The ride started out ok, but we soon changed course and were taking part in some kind of S&R operation. We apparently saw something
we weren't supposed to see, the boat was run aground, and we were on the run from some paramilitary force. They had taser like stun weapons and were
pursuing us through some high tech, top secret installation. I was able to evade them, though I was separated from the nice young lady who had paid my
fare. I saw someone else helping her. I remember distinctly commandeering several of the taser like weapons and turning the tables on my pursuers as I
fought to escape capture. The funny part about this dream is, after it ended I remember telling someone about it while I was still dreaming, like I
was being dream debriefed or something.
I'm not saying some sort of disaster is imminent. I don't claim to be psychic. I just don't believe in luck, chance, or coincidence anymore. Btw,
my daily Bible reading was in Daniel 7 and 8 this morning.