posted on Sep, 5 2011 @ 12:19 PM
I don't usually have many dreams, and most of the time when I do, they have more to do with undigested bits of sardines than with prophesy. But some
years back, I had one that was revealed through the passage of time to be prophetic in nature, and I began to notice a pattern. It seems that when I
do have a dream that is prophetic or spiritually-significant, it contains vivid colors. That first one long ago, for instance, contained a bright sky
blue against a backdrop of more subdued colors (yes, I dream in color) which later did indeed symbolize my peace of mind and what was to become of
Another thing that marks them is they are usually very symbolic and I do not forget them easily. I can still see that first one to this day in my
Last night I had another dream. I am still trying to make heads or tails of it, but the color stood out: orange this time. I believe it to have some
In the dream I was in school and trying to make a living, just like I am now, but I wasn't here at my generational home. I was somewhere else, and
had the feeling that I wasn't really at 'home'. I was going through the eveyday motions, laughing and joking with friends, but I also was well
aware that something important was coming up: I had to return my truck for a new one and make a delivery run. In the dream my new truck was at a
little Pilot fuel stop along the East Coast that I have actually visited a few times. I could see the map of where to go just like I normally see maps
in my mind, and I remember thinking in the dream that it was a long way to go to just switch out trucks, and that because of that I would be away for
Somehow I had to move from wherever it was I was living in the dream at the time into an apartment with someone I knew before I left, and I did so. It
turned out to be a girl I had never seen before in real life, but who I somehow knew a little in my dream. After settling in, I went out to my truck,
which was a vivid orange cabover model... which I also find strange because I abhor cabovers and have even turned down jobs in real life because I was
told I would be driving one. Even stranger, this one would later drive and handle like a conventional bobtail semi.
As I got into the truck, I noticed that it was a mess (nothing unusual about that) and that there was this little girl, the daughter of someone I knew
in the dream (but never could place in real life) who had been missing for a long time. She was upset but OK, surprising because I felt that the truck
had sat for a very long time with her in it.
So I begin to drive the truck through town to go get my different truck to do a delivery in. Suddenly my best friend in real life was there and was
going to team drive with me (he is not a trucker in real life). After a few minutes, we wind up at a race track, and suddenly he is racing the truck
against regular cars around the track while I watch from the sideline. At one point, though, I guess I was afraid of missing the delivery, so I yelled
for him to stop and let's get to work. I remember as the big orange cabover sped into sight, he locked the brakes so tight it actually spun to the
side stopping. I climbed into the cab and we drove off, and that is when I woke up.
Inside the dream it felt as though ages had gone by, like I had been living an entire alternate life. It was so real it took me several moments upon
awakening to realize I was at home in my bed being soaked by Tropical Depression Lee. So far as I can tell, the only thing the life inside the dream
had in common with my life was the appearance of my friend and the fact that I was in school and knew how to drive a truck.
If anyone has any ideas on how to interpret this, please speak up. I have been looking up the color orange as it realtes to dreams, but I'm getting