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ninanevermoreMy mother had dreams that came true. I'm not talking figureatively in a reach-for-the-stars kind of way. At times in her life she had clairvoyant dreams about things that came to pass. I've never had them; the family rumor is that these gifts skip a generation. But I had a dream this weekend that spooked me. If you are the sort to belive in premonistions, this would look a lot like one.
"It turns out that if you die in a dream you don't actually die in real life," I told Jeff on Sunday. "I died this morning in a dream and I seem to be fine. Shaken up, but okay."
In the dream, I was driving in a car and weaving in and out of traffic. Suddenly, a car appeared in the lane in front of me and I hit it, head on. The next thing I knew, I was enveloped in a cloud of white thinking, "Am I dead? I must be dead - I hit them too fast. Now what?" Then I woke up with a start.
My dreams in recent years haven't been very vivid. This was the first dream I can remember in a very long time. I figured it was symboloic of the uncertainty I'm facing in a lot of things right now, and put it out of my mind. I forgot about it completely until I heard that my cousin, Frankie, was in a major car accident yesterday. She is a postal carrier and was deliving mail on a rural route yesterday when a Dodge Ram Truck hit her car head on.
She didn't die, though. She was envoloped in a cloud of white when her airbag deployed, and that cloud saved her life. Her limbs are broken and she is serious condition in a hospital in East Texas, but her injuries are not fatal. She is a little banged up, but they say she's going to be okay.
My point is, I can no longer claim that I've debunked that old wives' tale about what happens when you die in a dream. I've heard someone say that old wives get a bad rap and that they actually are very wise. If they were as stupid as everyone claims, they would have died young. I thought I died in a dream, but I didn't. It turns out my dream car was equiped with airbags. I'm glad of this, for my sake and for Frankie's, too.
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"It turns out that if you die in a dream you don't actually die in real life," I told Jeff on Sunday. "I died this morning in a dream and I seem to be fine. Shaken up, but okay."
In the dream, I was driving in a car and weaving in and out of traffic. Suddenly, a car appeared in the lane in front of me and I hit it, head on. The next thing I knew, I was enveloped in a cloud of white thinking, "Am I dead? I must be dead - I hit them too fast. Now what?" Then I woke up with a start.
My dreams in recent years haven't been very vivid. This was the first dream I can remember in a very long time. I figured it was symboloic of the uncertainty I'm facing in a lot of things right now, and put it out of my mind. I forgot about it completely until I heard that my cousin, Frankie, was in a major car accident yesterday. She is a postal carrier and was deliving mail on a rural route yesterday when a Dodge Ram Truck hit her car head on.
She didn't die, though. She was envoloped in a cloud of white when her airbag deployed, and that cloud saved her life. Her limbs are broken and she is serious condition in a hospital in East Texas, but her injuries are not fatal. She is a little banged up, but they say she's going to be okay.
My point is, I can no longer claim that I've debunked that old wives' tale about what happens when you die in a dream. I've heard someone say that old wives get a bad rap and that they actually are very wise. If they were as stupid as everyone claims, they would have died young. I thought I died in a dream, but I didn't. It turns out my dream car was equiped with airbags. I'm glad of this, for my sake and for Frankie's, too.
