posted on Feb, 6 2014 @ 11:26 AM
When I was younger, I often had dreams of always running from something unknown and terrifying. Most of the time I would survive these dreams until
awakening, but several times I would be killed by something faceless, and cruel. These dreams I would wake up shaken with the fear lasting for hours.
I often thought that these dreams as having to do with normal fears in my teen age years, like others dream of snakes, or falling. They also
disappeared after several years.
For years after that the only dreams I have suffered made no sense, and only involved unimportant people from my past with whom i had
little interaction. These had little meaning, and no psychological significance. Junk dreams!
These last few years I have started to dream of my family, and friends. Two dreams in particular came true in very different ways. The
first was a dream of my father being tortured, my mother and I helpless in another room. Trying to think of ways to save him. We knew it was life or
death, but helpless to save him. The dream ended with no evidence of its final ending. Keep in mind there where several incidents in this dream that
stayed in my mind, but did not think of as significant at the time. The next morning I was shaken but thought another useless dream, just unusual in
the sense that It was someone important to me for once.
The second dream involved another silly scenario where my son was slapped in the ear by a bully. He asked me why his ear hurt so bad in
this dream. The next morning my son asked me those exact same words. I was in shock. This dream I put down to an incredible coincidence. Both these
dreams happened with 24 hours of each other.
Later this fall, My dad survived an incredible car crash. He was cut out of his mangled truck, He and the truck both were practically
unrecognizable. Broken jaw, sternum, wrist, practically crushed ribs, broken pelvis, hip bone sockets, broken leg, ankle. I am sure I forgotten
several more injuries, like dislocated fingers, his pelvis had to be manually put back in position. That alone took an hour and a half. He was not
allowed any form of painkiller due to his blood pressure fluctuating wildly for three days. My Mom and I holding hands helpless watching pain torture
his body for weeks. He was in ICU for three whole weeks, and still five months later no where close to the man he was last October.
The first twenty four hours I was in shock, numb with grief. I couldn't even recognize my own father. The doctors with as much kindness
as possible let us know he would need a miracle. On the second day, still by his bed I saw the two incidents happen from my dream about him. Don't
ask me what they were in particular because they were personal and embarrassing in nature. Things I want to forget but tied my dream about him to
this tragic moment tightly, and scared the hell out of me.
Now I am afraid I will have more dreams about people close to me. So far these dreams were the only ones I have ever had that made any
sense, were clear, unlike all of the fuzzy dreams from before. I feel things differently now, wonder if anything like this is suddenly happening to
other people as well. Is there some kind of awareness happening to others as well. I will never believe in coincidences again!