I am a lucid dreamer. I may dream about the last television show or movie I watched, a song I heard, or whatever subject I was thinking of before I went to sleep. Once in the dream, I can quickly recognize without too much shock that I am in a dream (essential since recognizing a dream usually wakes you up) and I can carefully manipulate it into something of a story. When I awake, I can usually remember enough details to write them down and recall additional specifics later.
However, every once in a while the dream is different… very different. I’m only a spectator and cannot change anything because all I see is a series of scenes, snippets of events completely out of context and seemingly related to nothing at all. When I awake, unlike the lucid dream, it is very hard to hold onto any of the scenes but only an image or two. More interesting is that I will see and recall forgotten parts of these unchangeable dreams over the next few years: a car passing by, a conversational exchange, someone asking a question. These “deja vu” moments are somehow linked to this, and I can’t help but wonder why… or if I’m the only one.
I once wondered if I ran out of images if that meant I was out of time.
I also have an uncanny kind of luck. It isn’t something I can bend to my will or anything, but as long as I do what I can for the things I can take care of, things beyond my control seem to work themselves out. Example: if I need to be somewhere in a hurry, I can sense out traffic and very accurately predict the correct lane to be in at the correct time; my ex-wife will swear to this because she’s seen me do it. Not speeding, just being ready to move into another lane as if the opportunity were waiting to be taken… by me.
Once in a while, however, no matter what lane I choose, that’s the lane that seems to stop. Coincidence? Often when this has happened, something in a lane I didn’t know about wouldn’t have reacted well to me running into it at 55 mph. Is this a case of “never run faster than your guardian angel can fly,” or is fate just telling me to slow down?
Now that you know where MY mind is at, enjoy these dark little thoughts and stories for what they are: my twisted imagination at work.