I once dreamt of my death. I didn’t experience the act of dying in my dream, but rather I was already dead overseeing the scenario as an angel or ghost would.
The most disturbing part was that I had been murdered by my significant other. I was overseeing his family and friends—who weren’t aware of his role in my death—consoling him while he battled the guilt of the situation.
It was tragic. Yet, I wasn’t scared nor angry. I knew it had been an accident—an argument that went too far—and I didn’t want him to pay the price. I felt bad for him for having lost his love at the hands of his temper. That was punishment enough; I didn’t want him to fall at the hands of the legal system.
Almost one year later my girlfriend confided that she dreamt about me. And although it took some coaxing—she knows how much credit I give my dreams—she shared it with me: I had been murdered by my boyfriend. The police were investigating the case but didn’t have any evidence it was him.
I came to her; as a ghost, angel or voice I am not sure, but I confessed his mistake and begged her to keep it a secret. I watched her as she led the police astray from the clues that would have told his secret. She was not happy about doing it, but it was my last wish.
As odd as this was, it so much resembled the dream I experienced so many months beforehand. Both scenarios too clear and vivid in the subconscious of their hosts to ignore.
With that said (you disturbed yet), I have a funny story.
I recently met a guy who I’ve been bantering with. One afternoon, after a bit of flirting, I disclosed to this same friend that he ‘seemed very keen and wanted to see me later.’ I followed that e-mail with ‘he actually wants to have lunch today.’
Her response (and I quote): “WHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT??? Are you f%^&*&G Kidding me?!?!?!?! What is his problem! Dude, stay away from him entirely. Please!! I beg you!! If you never want to listen to me ever again about anything that is fine! Just listen to me about this. Please!”
With shock I replied, “Why? I mean… ok, maybe he seems a bit keen, but you sound like you are implying that he may be a psycho! Do you have a bad feeling about me hanging out with him?”
She said, more adamant than I have ever seen her before, “I’m afraid he might try to kill you! I’m NOT EVEN KIDDING!!!”
This obviously required a phone call to which I exclaimed, “Seriously? You have that bad of a feeling? Where did this come from?”
Her: Yes… DO NOT SEE HIM!
Me: Wait a minute, just to clarify, who are you talking about?
Her: Who are YOU talking about?
Me: [name of guy]
Her: Oooooohhh. I was talking about the guy from your dreams. Yeah, you should totally go out with him. I have a great feeling about him… sorry for the miscommunication!
What a miscommunication it was. There I was, deliberating how to explain to this guy that I had to cancel our plans because my girlfriend had a feeling he might try to kill me. What an icebreaker that would be!
With that said, HAPPY HALLOWEEN… I hope the holiday brings only tricks and treats and no dreams of death!
Over and out for the last day of the NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) challenge—it’s been fun. Stay posted for updates on NaNoWriMo!