I really don’t know what dreams are made of. They say dreams are just the results of one’s active imagination, of something that he or she wanted to achieve, or something one had long craved for to have. Other say, dreams are just the exact opposite of things happening in the real world. When one dreams of shedding tears, it means happiness in the real sense or when it rains hard, it will actually have a fine weather. But some say, dreams are just dreams and they convey no meaning at all!
But in the psychic terminology, dreaming is apparently necessary for our psychical health, as well as for our general well-being.
I am writing this article to share with you my unusual experience; about the dreams I dream.
I am dreaming of unusual, unpleasant, terrible, and alarming dreams, so to speak. I had seen or known some events that coincidentally happened. I dreamed of death of persons, some were talking to me, many of whom are familiar figures. There are funerals; some are gloomy and gruesome scenarios of the signs of the times or the end of the world thing. My dreams had even brought me to many places before—even in the places where wakes of familiar people are set. A kind of déjà vu thing.
In one of my dreams, I saw a vivid picture of a scenario where flags of the world were displayed, swaying freely around a well-made fence of barbwires. Within the fence, not so far away from where I stood as an viewer, were two tall big buildings crumpled to pieces in the ground, plenty of people running around into panic. And in the other side of the picture was another building, somewhat flat compare to the other two buildings that collapsed, in the middle of a wide green ground with some not so tall trees. Portion of the building was covered with black smokes and some with concaves or big dents on the other side, as if something big had bumped into it.
The scenario appeared clear to me as if I was viewing a movie thru a very wide-angled screen. I was the only person viewing from outside the fence. I had no one to talk to why that was happening. I was just alone watching at the incidents outside the fence while people inside afar going in various directions.
The following morning, I told my colleague about the unusual dream I had the previous night. The next day after, headlines knocked newspapers about the desperate September 11, 2001 phenomenon. What a coincidence!
One dream described a car accident where two of my male colleagues were featured. The other man was big and chubby while his companion was a bit tall and slender. Both men were young in their mid thirties or early forties something profile. The physical descriptions of the victims were clear but their faces were blurry.
It appeared in my dream that both men lied flat unconscious on the grassy ground, near their rutted vehicle. The Chief Security Officer was also there, anxious about the incident, guarding perhaps the unconscious bodies and preparing reports in a way, to ready for police interrogations. Familiar faces of my officemates in the Region were seen surrounding the victims, looked-like nangungusisa about the incident.
To break the spell of that bad dream, I have to bite a hard wooden object (the narra closet in our bedroom). That’s what superstitious belief says. And when my colleague was told about the incident the following morning, she felt horrified. And who will not feel that way? True enough, that the following week, two of my male colleagues from Davao City, a city here in the Philippines were in a car accident. There were only two of them aboard a blue pick-up from an early dawn travel to a seminar in Cagayan de Oro City (a city also in the Philippines, four to five hours off Davao City). Unluckily, the driver (the stout one in my dream) did not survived. The passenger, as described tall and slender one, luckily escaped from fatality but laid unconscious for several hours in the hospital. He was recuperating for months.
At times in my dreams, persons who are closed are speaking to me as if they are conveying something very important for someone. Perhaps, they failed to inform the concerned friends or relatives before they went off ahead.
These are just some of the many unpleasant dreams I dreamed about. I am sharing these with you, in the hope of somewhat, breaking the evil spell. If only I have the power to hold back or even manipulate every segment of my dream, perhaps I would just pick out only those good and happy ones. Or, I could have even prevented it from happening in the real world. If only I could see their faces, I could have cautioned them for a misfortune ahead. But no, my mental faculties are limited and I don’t even longed for more.
An old friend dazed about my unusual ability to dream when I confided some of my dreams to her. She invited me to see their Church Pastor (who maybe had the ability to interpret dreams). I declined the invitation. I was so apprehensive to know what’s beyond my mind. Or to subject me for psychic scrutiny, like the kind of Mr. Jaime Licauco, a renowned parapsychologist, author, and management practitioner in the Philippines.
I even have reached this odd imagination. I imagined myself being subjected to cross examinations via powerful special machines attached to my brain cells where the images of my brains as seen thru my dreams, will be projected in the big screen, like the gadget being used in the 2002 futuristic movie Minority Report of Steven Spielberg. In doing this, perhaps, people can take a clear picture of my dreams and can prevent the unfortunate things from happening in an inappropriate time. Weird thing!
Well, who would like to dream the dreams I dreamed? I guess none of you or unless maybe one would like to experience this kind of unusual thing. But I can not choose what to dream. Maybe the electrical activities of my brain are just functioning so well and that maybe, they are just very active to produce dreams of all sorts during the period of my Rapid Eye Movement (REM).
But I don’t enjoy anymore the benefits of sleeping. Much as I wanted to sleep to gain back my used up energy after a day’s load, I only end up exhausted at times, instead. I get disturbed with my dreams. Sometimes, when I go back to sleep, the dream I particularly dreamed of that night, gets a continuation. I tell myself, hey, you’re crafting your own problem out of your dreams. I then appear drowsy and haggard the next morning instead, because of lack of sleep. My dreams are giving me headaches!
Dreams should have been the beautiful ingredients inherent to sleeping, as what the popular cliché, have a sweet dream goes, when wishing someone before going to bed. That would exactly allow the person to enjoy a comfortable and peaceful snooze of his own.
Wish me sweet dreams in my sleep so that the magical pillows will bring me to beautiful places where I could see and enjoy only the pleasant things around which my dreams can offer! And then, I will wake up peacefully and happily ever, after my every sleep!