Originally posted by Elijio
This is very interesting, it explains a lot for me. Has anyone had a dream that helped them in a real-life situation? A dream I had the other night
helped me to avoid getting hit by a car. I just did what I did in my dream and it worked. Of course I had to deal with people looking at me like wtf?
right after, heh.
I had the opposite. I had to not do what I'd done in a dream.
I was badly overtired, and that makes me likely to have detailed dreams I can't distinguish from reality. I'm a clinical masseuse, and knew I had to
be up early to treat a patient. Well, I heard the knock, and was at the door. He was a big guy wearing jeans, a bogan shirt and cowboy boots.
- A demanding guy, he said he wanted his back worked on hard, and was sceptical a woman could do anything for him.
Well, I'm stronger than most men, and he hurt my pride. So I got him to lie face down and showed him what I could to.
Bad mistake ...
He squealed like a dying pig, started coughing up blood, and died there right on the massage table in my treatment room. I just wanted to die too, I
couldn't believe what I'd done.
And then I was awakened by the alarm. I was at the door waiting when the same guy, in the same clothes, came to the door and delivered the same
contemptuous spiel. It was too much for me after the shock I was still recovering from, and I just sat on the table and laughed. When he wanted to
know what was so funny, I said, "You already demanded I prove I was strong enough an hour ago, and I killed you, you silly bastard."
I explained, and to my surprise he took me seriously, and let me check him over first, then went to casualty at the nearby hospital and had my
findings confirmed. Two ribs were broken over his left lung, and hard pressure from the back could have made them pierce the lung.
And that reminds me of another one.
Again, I was too tired, and expecting someone early. This time it was a new gardener.
I woke in the night and decided I might sleep too long, so I jumped up and put on a track suit so I'd be decent If I was awakened by a knock on the
Sure enough I did sleep til he knocked, and was glad to be able to show him the garden and arrange what he'd do straight away. He was a lovely young
guy, but looked quite nervous.
After he'd gone, feeling chilly, I wondered when I'd taken my tracky top off; I didn't remember doing that. Then I realised my legs were cold too.
It was no wonder the poor guy had been nervous. I'd only dreamed getting dressed, and the T-shirt I'd slept in did not cover much below the belly