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My Prophetic Meaningless Dream

Written by Devtome contributor Bomac

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One would hope that if they had a prophetic dream, it would at least be somewhat meaningful. Why bother having a psychic dream if it's boring? But that's what recently happened to me, and I have to admit, from the standpoint of this experiencer, it's pretty darn exciting, even though it's totally mundane and everyone else will probably wonder what the BFD1) is.

I was on an outdoor patio portion of a restaurant the other night when I heard a car screeching behind me. I turned my head and watched it veer off the road and clip a stop sign. The driver kept going, running over the sidewalk and grass to get to the pavement of the shopping center and then sped away, off the property and down an adjacent street.

It was late at night and nobody was out and about. I was the only person on the patio. I believe the only people who knew what happened were me and the driver. As soon as it happened, as the car was running over the sidewalk, I thought, “Wow, that happened almost right where that woman told me the other day she had seen a vehicle ride over the median and into the parking lot.”

The woman had pointed to an area about 30 feet away. The actual spot the car drove over did not have the concrete curb comprising the median. That part started just a few feet away, but still, I thought it was quite a coincidence because some woman I had just recently crossed paths with, told me about seeing something very similar happen almost in the exact spot.

I mean what are the odds of it happening, and furthermore, what are the odds that someone I would just cross paths with would mention it in the first place? Then something more bizarre happened, but not in the outside world. It happened in my head.

I realized I had not actually seen or spoken to that woman. My memory of the conversation was that it occurred right by where the car clipped the stop sign. The place she pointed was where there was the concrete curb.

I knew for a fact that I did not speak to anybody there. I ride over that sidewalk and grass on my bicycle, but there has never been a time when I saw anybody there, let alone spoken to anybody. It dawned on me that my memory was from a dream.

Lately, I've been having some very realistic dreams. I will often wake up, realize that I am on my bed and that the experiences I was having took place in the dreamscape, and then I go back to the dream, often right at the spot where I had left it. It's kind of like watching a movie, putting it on pause to go do something, and then getting back to it as soon as you can.

I know I should be keeping a dream journal. The very act of writing your dreams down helps you to remember details. It also helps you have more dreams that you readily recall. Then, going back and reading your dream journal when you have a lot of them recorded can help you to gain insights into yourself and your life.

Anyway, as the car was speeding out of the parking lot and it was dawning on me that the woman I had spoken to was a dream conversation, I have to say that I loved that even more than if the conversation had happened in waking reality.

I thought about Seth,2) the entity who spoke through medium Jane Roberts in the 1970s, and how he said that we create our outer reality via our inner reality.

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Even though the event itself was hardly earth shattering, it seemed really significant, the stuff of goose pimples. I thought about it at some point daily, for the next several days. Then I went back to that shopping center last night. The part of the parking lot where the car had driven over the sidewalk was filled with pickup trucks. The people were either in their trucks, or standing outside in groups, socializing.

I almost rode my bike over to ask someone what was happening, but I didn't. I went to the restaurant and sat on the patio. As I was looking over there, I realized that almost all the trucks had a visible CB radio antenna. So I assume they are CBers who sometimes pick an area to meet up and shoot the shit.

After about a half hour, a guy in a white pick up truck drives by, and decides to take a short cut to a space in the area where he can park. He cuts the wheel and drives right over the median in the exact spot where the woman in my dream had pointed to when she explained that she saw someone drive over the median.

I just smiled.

Paranormal | Self-Help

1) i.e., Big Fucking Deal

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