I have had a few prophetic dreams in my life, byut always about the most banal things imaginable. Like I dream part of a movie that I'm about to see, and it's completely right in every detail (this happened with Monty Python's the Meanig of Life) but who gives a shit?

Have you ever had a prophetic dream?

-- Kymm Zuckert (hedgehog@hedgehog.net), August 08, 2000

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God, I hope not! Most of my dreams are James Bond-style chase scenes, and as we learned in The World is Not Enough, sometimes it's not a good idea to fall from a hot-air balloon and stop your fall by grabbing the giant tent guy-wires...

-- Colin (ethilrist@prodigy.net), August 08, 2000.

I had a dream about soldiers in tan camo, dying out in the desert once. It was very vivid, I can still see the blood sinking dark into the sand, it gave me the wiggens. About a year later, the Gulf War started, and a few days into the war, I saw footage from Kuwait that was exactly like my dream. Creepy.

-- Saundra (headspace@anywherebeyond.com), August 08, 2000.

I had a dream that I was married to John Cusack, but unfortunately it has not proven to be prophetic. yet.

-- Sarah (scampbell@frankfurtbalkind.com), August 08, 2000.

Twice

Once I dreamed about a beautiful house with cathedral ceilings and a marble fireplace in the living room. I was sitting on the couch with a faceless guy and we were reading the Sunday paper and hanging together. We were really comfortable and there was a lot of love in the room. In my real life at the time I was suffering from a broken heart because a guy I was about to move in with broke up with me instead. A couple of weeks after the dream I called an old boyfriend and he invited me for the weekend. He had bought a house since the last time I had seen him and...you guessed it, it looked exactly like the house in my dream. We ended up getting back together and dated for another couple of years.

The second one involves the same guy. I dreamt that I met his mother (who died of brain cancer long before I met him) and that she was trying to tell me something urgent. She kept saying that he needed me and that something was wrong. I woke up with a horrible sense of doom. I tried for hours to call him (we lived about an hour apart) and got no answer. Finally that evening he called me back. It turned out that his 12 year old Great Dane had died in the night. He was absolutely devastated by the loss of this dog and had spent the whole day digging a grave in his back yard and then had to lug this 150+ pound dog outside and bury him.

That second story still makes me so sad and it was 12 years ago.

-- Sarah (hands2work@hotmail.com), August 08, 2000.

Mine is so creepy, and so recent..it's been difficult to talk about. I thought writing this might give me some closure on it, actually. (sorry for the dramatics, but I still get the chills).

I've recently recovered from a particularly bad bout of bronchitis, and had incredibly vivid dreams while I was sick, when I was able to sleep. I dreamt one night that I was in our car, which came to a skidding stop suddenly. There was a crash from somewhere, but it didn't make sense, as there were no other cars around, and our car was okay. But we had to stop really suddenly, as there was a huge, sudden wall of flame in front of us. I looked around frantically, and noticed we were in the Sydney suburb of Concord. I was actually looking at the sign with the name of the suburb on it, and the words seemed about 2 feet tall. You guessed it...the Concorde had crashed, probably around the same time as my dream - it was about 1am here. I couldn't stop weeping when I saw the news report about it, not that I could've done anything, but I felt incredibly emotional and overwrought. The ship the poor passengers were going to join will be here in Sydney in a few weeks..it'll be incredibly poignant I think, but Im glad I won't be here.

Sorry to waffle, and thanks for listening.

-- jacqueline (admin@anv.com.au), August 08, 2000.

I don't know about prophetic, but I did get some words to live by from a dream I had my freshman year in college. It was about three black Zen Buddhist basketball players who were on a team with three white guys. They had just finished the second or third quarter of a game (in a building where no basketball court exists in real life) and they were going downstairs to the head Zen Buddhist's apartment. One of the other players was berating the head Zen Buddhist, who finally turned to him at the entrance to the apartment and said "Our attitudes can accept our changes, but our changes cannot accept our attitudes." Which, when one thinks about it, is pretty profound advice.

/Robert

-- Robert (rbdimmick@earthlink.net), August 08, 2000.

Twenty years ago this September, I dreamed my best friend's father died. I woke up terrified, but I went to school and didn't mention the dream to my friend. During 2nd period, the school counselor came to get me out of class to tell me that my friend's father and two brothers had been killed in a hunting accident. I collapsed in the hall.

-- Carmen (carmen1022@yahoo.com), August 09, 2000.

This seems totally banal after all the really spooky prophetic dreams posted here, but I remembered another, lesser one. Before I went to Baltimore for the first time, I dreamed I ran into Kyle Secor in a candle store on Thames Street. It was very vivid, down to the alignment of the shelves, and how tightly cramped the space was. I got to Baltimore, and darned if that candle shop wasn't there, exactly the way I dreamed it. No Kyle, though. *sigh*

-- Saundra (headspace@anywherebeyond.com), August 09, 2000.

I had a dream that my sister was in the hospital. Two days later she was... She died that night. That was this past April.

-- Tracey (arnoldin@hotmail.com), August 14, 2000.

I dreamed that the Pope died (can't remember now which one it was) and when I got up the next morning his death was announced on the news. That was in the seventies, and I haven't had a prophetic dream since.

-- Catherine (catcoicrit@earthlink.net), August 16, 2000.

This happened to a cousin-in-law of mine. Theresa was in her early twenties, living at home on Long Island, and about to get married. She woke up early on a Saturday morning and came downstairs to get a glass of water. Her mother and grandmother were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. She told them she had just had a really disturbing dream wherein Mary (yes, THAT Mary - Virgin, Mother of God,etc.) had appeared and seemed to be reaching out her hand to her. Theresa was shaken up but went back to sleep for a few hours. Early that afternoon her fiance picked her up to go to the beach. On the way, a car ran a stop sign and hit their car broadside. Theresa wa

-- Jon Arthur (zanne1504@aol.com), August 21, 2000.

Theresa was killed in the accident.

-- Jon Arthur (zanne1504@aol.com), August 23, 2000.

being psychic really sucks because I have that happen often yet no one believes me. I will sometimes get the same one over and over there was one about my mother dying and she was dead the next day. the last one was about a girlfriend who swore she wasnt gonna leave me but did.

-- Ray Watkins (rayadj67@hotmail.com), January 16, 2002.

When I was 10 years old I started having recurring nightmares about a blond girl in a white dress that I was chasing through the woods. The girl ran into a shack and tried to slam the door but I put my foot in the way. In the dream the girl holds out a needle in her hand and says touch this. I reached out and touched the needle, got pricked and jumped back. The door slams shut. Then I am at a funeral, the girl had died of a drug overdose. I had this dream before Halloween every year for several days until I turned 16. (Here's the strange part) My best friend and I were going to a Halloween party which was near a very wooded area when I was 16. I had THE dream the night before. She brought over the costume she was going to wear. She went to the bedroom to try it on and came out looking like the girl in my dream. I actually passed out then and there!! Well I didn't let her go to the party, and a few years later I found out that she had been heavy addicted to drugs at the time. After that night I never had the dream again, oh and the dress was burned. I don't know if that dream was prophetic, but I am glad we never found out:>

-- Brandy (Brandy_raj@yahoo.com), May 09, 2003.