Having a type of pre-cognitive dream is what has sparked my interested in all sorts of new things like lucid dreaming, meditation in dreaming, etc etc - so I thought I should share it and see what people think.
A few months ago I visited back home and stayed at my parents house, and mum and I fell asleep upstairs in her room that night talking. I was having this dream that I lived in a large house and I was working at a big wooden desk in a green-house/garden-room type area with high glass ceilings at the end of this long hall.
I was sorting through files and my brother-in-law came through the door, and sat down and began freaking out about something and frantically going through a bunch of papers he brought with him. He handed me something I couldn't read, but I told him that I needed to see his car insurance paperwork too because I was worried his coverage wasn't going to cover 'that' (I don't know what 'that' was). He kept shuffling papers, and the phone on the end of my desk rang. I excused myself, reached for it, and blinked open my eyes to the darkness of the bedroom I was in.
The phone next to me was ringing, and I lifted up to look at the clock - 6:30am. My dad was awake downstairs and he answered the phone, and my mom asked me "who the heck is calling us at 6:30 in the morning?". Without thinking, I drowsily answered her back and said that "It's Julio calling about their car". My mum was silent, listening to my dad on the phone, while I was contentedly going back to sleep. "What happened to their car?" she asks me, and I mumbled that I don't know.
A few minutes later my dad gets off the phone and comes thundering upstairs to tell us the story of how my brother in law went to leave for work ten minutes earlier and found that his car had been smashed to bits by a drunk driver on the street where he parked it, and the police hadn't been able to reach anyone by knocking so they had just left a note on the door with their phone number. My mom is all confused and asks how I knew it was him calling, (no caller ID upstairs), and I just nonchalantly told her that I had a dream he was trying to reach us about the car, and went back to sleep (it seemed perfectly normal to me in my half-asleep state).
It wasn't until I woke up and went through half by day before my dad started talking about my sister's car again that I made the connection of how AWESOME it was that I had not only had that dream, but proved it before it came true - because otherwise I would just assume that my mind concocted the dream after learning about what happened. But, jajajaja! It was very neat, and I should like to cultivate that type of experience in the future. It seems like a flag waving that says, "you're on the right path, here's a cookie". I just find it, very fascinating.
That is all.
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