Last night I dreamed I was in this big city, and I went into a jewelry store. There were a whole bunch of teenage girls crowded around this one jewelry counter, so I went over to see if there was a big sale going on. Inside the glass case were all kinds of Georgia bulldog jewelry at super low prices. While I was at the counter, a salesperson came along and asked me what I wanted to drink, so I ordered a diet coke. Then this young Hispanic girl with a smart mouth comes along and sits next to me. On the other side, a black girl was admiring this necklace made of stone, and I admired it with her. While I wasn’t looking, the Hispanic girl picked up my coke and took a swig of it. I turned around just in time to see her put it back in place. “Now I won’t be able to drink my coke,” I said, “because I don’t drink after anybody!” She seemed surprised and a little sorry. About that time, Will Smith walked into the store. Everyone started watching him. When he left the store, a little black boy was standing in the middle of the street, about to get hit by a car. Will threw himself at the boy, knocking him out of the way of the car and falling on top of him. Then he noticed the little boy’s socks. They were an ugly, multi-colored pair of striped socks, just like the ones that Will was wearing. Will’s mother had sent him the socks from another city – he decided the little boy must be his very own brother who had received a similar pair of socks from their mother. The little boy was homeless, so Will took him back to his apartment. (Never mind how a little homeless boy got mail; I guess he had a post office box!) By now, in my dream I am watching a new Will Smith movie that I had never heard about and wondered why they hadn’t advertised it. Next scene shows Will’s apartment. He has married the smart-mouthed Hispanic girl from the jewelry counter, and they have taken in a whole slew of homeless kids in every size, shape, and color, including a little white baby with curly blond hair. End of dream.
Now where do such dreams come from? I wracked my brain trying to think of what in my real life might have triggered such a bizarre dream. I was looking at jewelry at Steinmart the other day, so I guess that part makes sense – but the rest of it remains a mystery. I wish I understood the science behind dreams. Why do we have them, anyway? I have read before that they are important to our mental health. I’ve also read that everyone dreams, though Doug insists he rarely does – that might explain a few things! :) At any rate, I’ve noticed a bit of a pattern in my own dreams. It seems like when my real life is going well, my dreams are weird and disconcerting. (I rarely have really bad dreams or nightmares.) But when my real life is not going well, and I’m actually depressed, my dreams become quite pleasant. It’s as if my dreams compensate for what I’m missing in real life. So maybe dreams are some sort of balancing mechanism, used to keep us grounded. To tell the truth, though, I’ve never heard anyone else say that their dreams follow such a pattern.
I’ve also read that people almost always dream in black and white. Well, I don’t. My dreams are in full color. Does that mean anything? I can tell you exactly what those multicolored striped socks in my Will Smith dream looked like, mostly green and orange.
When I was a child, mainly during my preteen years, I had some dreams that seemed prophetic – they actually came true. That was scary. It first happened when I was about eight. One night I dreamed that a mean little boy that lived down the road from us came to play. He grabbed our bird dog, Trudy, by the hind legs and twisted them around and around, breaking her bones. The next day, I was standing at the end of the driveway waiting for the school bus. Trudy was beside me as usual. The “colored” bus went roaring by and Trudy ran out to chase it. The back wheels of the bus hit her and sent her flying, with her back legs flopping around and around! Both hips were broken, and she was in a cast for weeks afterwards. Thanks to the UGA veterinary school, she survived her injuries.
I later dreamed that one day Daddy came home with a new dog that someone had given him, and believe it or not, that very week he brought home Grinda, the best German Shepherd that ever lived. A lady he was doing forestry work for had given him the dog because she could no longer keep her. We only had Grinda for a little over a year before she was hit by a car, but the whole family grew to love her right away. She was extremely intelligent, loving, and patient. She would lie quietly on the floor when my baby sister toddled up and plopped her diapered behind down on top of Grinda’s head! She also thought it her duty to “rescue” my younger sister, Mary Jane, from the cow pond when we swam in it, pushing her back to shore with her paws.
In another dream, I was standing on the deck outside my bedroom door and looking toward the Crawford-Lexington area, when I spotted a tornado. That night, a real tornado hit in that very area and flattened two chicken houses.
During this same period of time, I often experienced overwhelming feelings of deja vu. I could only surmise that I had dreamed the event in advance.
The prophetic dreams seemed to end once I grew up, but to this day, if I dream about something bad happening to someone I love, it terrifies me, and I pray hard that it won’t come true.
Dreams must serve some purpose, as most things do happen for a reason. I just knew what it was!
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