Greetings folks. I haven’t posted in a while, but over the weekend I had an experience worth jotting down. On Saturday my partner and I went on a day trip that we’d been planning for a couple of weeks. Well, the night prior I had a couple of dreams that came true in an abstract sort of way.
Dreams are abstract expressions of our experience of our reality. Sometimes they can be prophetic, at points they can be the result of communications from spirits we work with, and other times they’re just noise. They can give us an intimate bit of information about the inner workings of your mind, at any rate, and so recording them in a journal is usually a smart step….one that’s written down in just about any primer on magic.
In this case, the dreams were totally on point, with the first being slightly less abstract than the second. The first dream involved me seeing my dog on the side of the road with a sprained paw. Viola, that happened on Saturday as she was getting out of my car. Had one of those vibes just prior to it happening too, and so that one was a reminder that I should pay attention.
#2, however, was not quite so clear cut. I was driving along in my vehicle and the cars ahead of my own simply stopped as the ground started to shake. Of course, I was seriously confused at this point, and then the buildings on both sides of the road started to shake and “bend” towards the center of the street (with my mind focusing on the top point of the building on the right side of the street, which was “penned” in an inkblot sort of way). At this point, I went “oi, what the hell?!” and put my vehicle in reverse, took a detour, and burned rubber to get out of Dodge.
On Saturday, I woke with no sense of urgency, which is a bit odd for me when it comes to trips. I like to get on the road quickly, rather than take my sweet time in doing so. Well, by the time we made it to the freeway, it was closed. A semi had toppled over and exploded. Giant fire, per the news. Guess a building-sized object did fall over, as the freeway was fully closed…and I don’t think that’s happened in the entire time I’ve lived in Phoenix.
And, like in the dream, I took one big detour and we got on the road. We were safe, unharmed, and a bit glad we left late that day.
Its not the first time I’ve had precognitive dreams like this, and I’ve found that when something feels that weird, it’s a sign saying “Hey, idiot! Pay attention!” Word to the wise, I suggest you do so if this happens to you in the future. ;)
Dreams are abstract expressions of our experience of our reality. Sometimes they can be prophetic, at points they can be the result of communications from spirits we work with, and other times they’re just noise. They can give us an intimate bit of information about the inner workings of your mind, at any rate, and so recording them in a journal is usually a smart step….one that’s written down in just about any primer on magic.
In this case, the dreams were totally on point, with the first being slightly less abstract than the second. The first dream involved me seeing my dog on the side of the road with a sprained paw. Viola, that happened on Saturday as she was getting out of my car. Had one of those vibes just prior to it happening too, and so that one was a reminder that I should pay attention.
#2, however, was not quite so clear cut. I was driving along in my vehicle and the cars ahead of my own simply stopped as the ground started to shake. Of course, I was seriously confused at this point, and then the buildings on both sides of the road started to shake and “bend” towards the center of the street (with my mind focusing on the top point of the building on the right side of the street, which was “penned” in an inkblot sort of way). At this point, I went “oi, what the hell?!” and put my vehicle in reverse, took a detour, and burned rubber to get out of Dodge.
On Saturday, I woke with no sense of urgency, which is a bit odd for me when it comes to trips. I like to get on the road quickly, rather than take my sweet time in doing so. Well, by the time we made it to the freeway, it was closed. A semi had toppled over and exploded. Giant fire, per the news. Guess a building-sized object did fall over, as the freeway was fully closed…and I don’t think that’s happened in the entire time I’ve lived in Phoenix.
And, like in the dream, I took one big detour and we got on the road. We were safe, unharmed, and a bit glad we left late that day.
Its not the first time I’ve had precognitive dreams like this, and I’ve found that when something feels that weird, it’s a sign saying “Hey, idiot! Pay attention!” Word to the wise, I suggest you do so if this happens to you in the future. ;)