As I said, they were irrelevant (as far as I could see, anyway), but it's precisely that what makes them all the more interesting to me. And I would
appreciate anyone's and everyone's opinion on how such dreams – one of them actually seemed precognitive – come to be and what they mean (if
anything at all).
1.) The first one happened when I was around fourteen.
I dreamt I had entered the kitchen of an ex-school mate of mine (in a different country at the time). She wasn't my best friend or even a friend
properly; she was just one of the girls I often talked with at school; and I had been to her home, including the kitchen, but only on one, maybe two
occasions. (These visits took place at least two, maybe three years prior to my dream.)
So, in my dream I entered her kitchen, and there was a blond boy – I think he was slightly older older than she and I (I think he would have been
around sixteen, maybe fifteen). He was sitting at the kitchen table, facing the door, and as I walked in, he lifted his eyes and looked directly at
me, intently, with this very friendly, cordial, innocent, warm smile, as if he were very pleased to see me. I remember he was wearing a bright azure
blue polo (which looked cheap – I remember having the impression, based on his clothes, that he was from a working class family); and I remember his
features. He was nice looking, but totally unknown to me. He never said anything, and my dream ended right there.
When I woke up I was puzzled because the feeling I had was that this was somehow »real«; and it felt somehow »meaningful«. (Which is why I
remembered it, I suppose.) But the thing is, I had never seen that face before - or since. I have no idea »who« that was – so how come I dreamt
about him? I can still remember his features; he wasn't some sort of »composite« or »morphed« image of other people, as often happens. He had an
individual face; and he seemed very happy to see me. And as much as I picked my brain, I could not recall ever seeing him (I have a very good memory,
BTW). And he doesn't seem to have been a "catalyst" dream figure, because I don't remember any other feelings except those - pleasant, but rather
vague, with an element of surprise - already described.
So... what WAS that?
2.) The second dream happened in the 1990s. It was a very simple but vivid dream: I was in the company of Michael Caine, the actor (whom I do not know
personally). I don't remember whether he was saying anything, I do remember him smiling a lot.
Now, I admire Michael Caine very much, but the truth is I hadn't thought of him in YEARS (if ever – I mean, occasionally seeing someone in a film
doesn't equal »thinking« of them, does it?). It was funny because it was so vivid and so random at the same time, so I was pleasantly bemused.
Furthermore, even as I was dreaming I remember being very surprised by his appearance.
First thing next morning I went to a meeting at a publishing house. I had been to their premises once or twice before, but it was a huge old building,
and I had only been to one or two of their offices. (This is relevant insofar I had never seen the space that I am about to describe.)
As it happened, there was some urgent, unforeseen repair work going on in some of the main offices, so the editor, very apologetically, led me and
another person who was present to a quaint little space that wasn't even an office, it was more of an »antichamber«, with a settee and a coffee
table. It had a very high ceiling, but the walls were completely bare – except for a single photo of Michael Caine pinned some three metres (!) high
on the wall.
I couldn't believe my eyes. »What... what is that doing there?« I simply had to ask. »Oh, that... I have no idea,« said the editor, smiling. »I
don't even know how they got it up there. It's an actor, right?«
Now, I have to say this cannot be explained away by speculating about my being more »aware« of Caine because of my dream (and anyway that wouldn't
explain why he did appear in my dream, in the first place, but that's a different story).
I am one of those people who are at all times (painfully so) very aware of their own awareness, in a never-ending vicious circle. I am sure I would
have noticed the photo or name of Michael Caine on my way to the publishing house, if there were any such photos or mentions of his name around.
Besides... what are the odds of his photo – his, of all people, and nobody else's - hanging in a space that had nothing to do with show business?
He is not even a »star«, in the notorious and obnoxious sense of the word. There are literally hundreds of actors and actresses whose photo could
have been chosen to adorn (sort of) those walls.
Ah... I just LOVE my life.
And so, my friends, again I just have to ask... what WAS that?!
[edit on 3-9-2009 by Vanitas]