I would like to share my experience with precognitive dreaming with you in order to obtain more knowledge on the phenomenon. It seems that
precognitive dreams are a questionable subject, comparable to psychic sense and paranormal activities. In fact, finding a real scientific study on
the matter has proved itself to be quite the challenge. If anyone has links to such studies, I welcome them.
Here is the Wikilink
on the subject.
Here's a clip of some research
Some researchers, including Swiss scientist Arthur Funkhouser, firmly believe that precognitive dreams are the source of many déjà vu
experiences. J.W. Dunne, an aeronautical engineer who designed planes in World War II, conducted studies in 1939 using students of Oxford University.
His studies found 12.7 percent of his subjects' dreams to have similarities with future events. Recent studies, including one by Nancy Sondow in
1988, have had similar results of 10 percent.
This was interesting as well...Link
And now my story:
My first born, (my son) was born in late July, 1999. I was 24 years old at the time.
That following fall, I started having graphic dreams about my son experiencing some sort of head trauma. There were several different types of dreams
I would experience, and when I would have them they would all result in something happening to one side of his head. These dreams took place on
random intervals, no more than a month apart and sometimes lumped together within the same night or week.
One of the scenarios in the dreams was this:
1) I would suddenly realize that my son was missing. I would start calling his name, thinking maybe he was playing hide and seek or just wandered
into another room somewhere. Some time would go by (I can't really specify how much) and I would grow more and more frantic in searching for him due
to not even hearing a giggle, which he would usually do when he was simply hiding.
I looked and I looked, opening cupboards, checking all rooms, until I would find him. He would be in a room by himself and with a lit candle over
which he placed his temple approximately 6 inches, repeatedly in order to burn himself. His face would be blistered. He seemed to yearn for the pain
of the flame, trying desperately to place his temple back over it and burn himself some more. I would pick him up and say no... I would then wake
2) There were time that I had the same scenario of a dream as above but I would not have to look for him. Instead, I would simple walk into a room
and find him scorching himself. Again, I would pick him up and hug him.... then wake up.
3) Several dreams would involve him repeatedly slamming his head into a wall. It was like he was possessed by something to inflict that kind of pain
upon himself. In these dreams I would walk into a room and discover him in the act. I would ask him to stop. He would not. The side of his face
was usually swollen and bleeding by this point as he continued to harm himself.
4) One of the more vivid dreams. My son went missing for two weeks. In that time we had everyone who could possibly look for him looking. Two
whole weeks without knowing the whereabouts of your child... no sleep.... numbness and emotion all at once. It seemed that in this dream everyone we
encountered would ask how the search was going and I would just cry. I felt so lost without my knowing where my son was, or what happened to him. He
was, one day suddenly gone!
The dream concluded with an officer leading us to a spot on the docks where they had found a child who had been abducted and beaten. Fear struck, my
heart sank, and we followed the officer cautiously to the marina where they had found.... yes, you guessed it!
My son lay lifeless on a dock between two large boats. He looked so innocent as if he was sleeping on the wavering planks. I went to pick him up and
I was shocked once I saw the side of his face that was down to the ground. The bruises and swelling. Someone had done wrong to my little boy and I
screamed in anger, seeing only red. Then I woke up.
There were other dreams wherein my son would inflict pain on himself, always aimed at the temple area and cheek.
After experiencing a few repeats of these dreams I started to bring them up to his mother. These dreams really held strong with me and I expressed my
concern of something actually happening to him in the future. I would ask her if she thought it might mean something. Often she would tell me that
it was just a dream and that she was sorry that I had to experience that sort of dream about our son. But she knew... which leads me to the next part
of the story...
It was August 13th, 2002. I received a frantic phone call from my sons mother at approximately 8:35am. The only thing that I could make out of her
smeared voice was that our son was at home with a babysitter (mutual friend) while she had gone to work and had fell from the second story bedroom
window of the duplex they had lived in and landed head first on the concrete patio below. She asked that I come to Everett General Hospital as soon
as possible. I was a mile from the hospital. I hopped on my motorcycle and arrived at the ER in no time at all.
Upon entering the ER I loudly pronounced my sons name to the receptionist as I was in a brisk jog through the lobby. She pointed at the double doors
as they opened for me and I strutted through, determined to see my precious boy and know that he was ok.
As I rounded the first corner of the ER I saw caught eye of his mom, who grabbed my hand and led me at a brisk pace to where he was. We arrived in
the back room just as they had strapped him to the board and almost immediately prior to them giving him a dose of morphine for the pain. We watched
as his eyes dilated and rolled back. I gently grabbed his hand with my right, and firmly held onto her hand with my left. They informed us that he
was being air lifted to Harborview Medical Center in Seattle (About 30 minutes away) and carted him out to the helipad. His mothers first reaction
after that was to look at me and exclaim, "Your dreams! Oh my god!" This is why I am writing this... she.... to this day is my proof of this.
I made that trip to Harborview in approx 15 minutes, without any regard to how fast I was going. The next four days were spent in the hospital with
my son on life support in a stainless steel crib, in ICU, with a halo, a pressure monitor which measured the pressure on his brain from a pool of
blood forming atop... the works! This, by far, was the most intense emotional ride I have ever been on. He was also sharing a room with a patient
who had been in a coma... brain-dead due to a head injury on a construction site.
Turns out, he broke his orbital socket in two places. Directly to the side by his TEMPLE and 90 degrees to the top. For Four days our family filled
the waiting room with looks of worry, tears and love for our boy.
Despite all of this, he made it! He was released at the end of the fourth day, head resembling a mushroom on his left side. The swelling receded
after approximately two weeks and he was full of life again. I even took him back to the ICU at Harborview a month later and the nurses didn't
recognize him. But once I told them his name their faces lit up and they were so happy to see our boy in good health. Too often in that area of the
hospital they witness death... I wanted to show them that they had made a difference in someones life. My son was glowing and he didn't even know
why these people were so happy to see him, but believe you me.... every person on staff got a handshake and a hug from me that day and we shared tears
So there you have it. An experience that I had with precognitive dreaming. It was strong, and I knew in my gut that it was far more than a simple
string of dreams. I was never quite able to pinpoint what exactly they meant as far as how it would happen, but I had the overwhelming feeling that
they meant something. AND THEY DID! It was the interpretation part that I had a hard time with. It's like being warned of something that's to
come without the fine details.
Today my son is a thriving, almost 12 year old boy. Very intelligent, has a good dose of common sense, funny as all heck and lives with me full time.
I feel lucky to have him, he should feel lucky to have me
and all in all things worked out the way that they were supposed to. I am so
So... who here has had a similar experience that they would like to share? Would you call this a coincidence?
I would like to hear from my fellow ATS'ers on the matter because for me, this REALLY happened! Feel free to share your experiences if you have had
any, or give your opinion on the matter. I look forward to your response, and thank you for reading.