Ah dreams. Most people dream every night and at least vaguely remember most of their dreams. I, on the other hand, rarely remember my dreams. In fact, I have had a total of two dreams in the past year that I have remembered (and both of those were in the past two months). In the past when I had dreams that I remembered, they tended to be prophetic.
Shortly after I turned 3 I woke up crying and ran to tell my parents that I had just had a dream that my grandfather died. The next morning we got a call that my grandfather had a heart attack and was in the hospital. He died two days later. Dreams - 1. George's sanity - 0.
When I was a little kid, I had a dream about my cousin being sick, walked into my parents' bedroom at 3am and told them to call my aunt and find out what was wrong. Of course, thinking that I had just had a strange nightmare, they shuffled me off to bed with promises that we would call "in the morning". So I got up at 7am and made them call. Sure enough, my cousin was admitted to the hospital at 2:45am. Dreams - 2. George's sanity - -1.
Over the years I had several more similar experiences. My dad had a health problem when I was out of town with a friend and I knew about it from a dream befure my mother called me to tell me. During my freshman year of college my little brother had health problems and I knew about them as soon as he got admitted to the hospital.
Health problems haven't been the only times I have had this kind of dream. Often times I will remember a seemingly random dream, only to have it come to pass years later. Once, I had a dream that I was at a movie with a female friend of mine and her family, and her little brother asked an embarassing question about the film. Two years later I was working at a theater when "Me, Myself, and Irene" was on and I sat next to this girl, her mother, grandmother, and little brother while it was on. Sure enough, when Jim Carey started playing with the dildo, the brother leaned over and went "Mom, what is that?"
Later that year I had a dream about helping a friend move from one house to another. Three months later this friend's family was forced to sell their house and move.
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Now, the reason I talked about these past dreams is because these two most recent dreams pertain to events years in the future. The first one approximately 25 years in the future, and the second around 5 years from now.
The first dream I had about a month before the end of school. I have already told several people about it, but I will go ahead and retell it. The dream begins with me pulling my car onto the Saint Joseph's College campus to visit my daughter. She meets me outside of the dorm and we head to the Halleck center to eat lunch together in the cafe (the food was much better then than it is now). While we are sitting together eating, four young men walk up and join us. She introduces them, but as she does so I immediately recognize them. I cannot for the life of me remember their names, but I know they were the sons of Jelly, BJ, Sam (and Jen), and Mothball (and Babe). Note that there are no names beside Jelly or BJ to denote a wife. I don't know who either of them were married to, nor do I have any clue who I was married to. I don't even know what my daughter's face looked like or voice sounded like. It was the oddest feeling ever.
The second dream also pertains with my future wife. The first thing I remember about the dream is running down the hall of a hospital thinking that I shouldn't have gone to work that day. As I reach the room I am looking for, the thought that I am going to be a father flashed through my head. I remember rushing to my wife's side, but I don't remember any of the actual labor process from the dream. The next thing I remember is the nurse handing my daughter (note that it is a daughter again and not a son) to my wife. Looking down at my wife with my daughter in her arms is the first time I remember seeing my wife's face in this dream. Then the weird part of the dream started.
As I looked at my wife's face and recognition dawned upon me (apparantly my subconscious is complex enough to age people in my dreams), I realized who it was and she looked absolutely radiant holding the baby in her arms. Then, before my eyes, she changed into someone else who looked content and tired holding the baby in her arms. The face then changed to someone else and she had a smile on her face that was warm enough to melt a glacier. My wife then changed to someone else, whose look told me that she was never going to go through that experience again and if I wanted more kids we would have to adopt. Once more the face changed to another person I know who looked extremely pleased with herself. One final time my wife's face changed . . .
And this time it was into a woman I have never seen before in my life. All five other incarnations had been people I knew either from college or high school. Two of these girls I had never held any romantic feelings towards that I knew of. This woman however, I have never seen, although I wish I had. She was . . . in a word, perfect. She wasn't the most physically attractive woman I have ever seen, but she was beautiful, and there was something about her and the way she made me feel in the dream that told me that she was perfect in every way that mattered. Then in my dream she looked at me with those emerald eyes, smiled at me (the most beautiful smile I can ever remember seeing, in reality or a dream), and held my daughter out to me. I leaned down and took my daughter in my arms as my wife gave me a kiss on the cheek . . . . and then I woke up.
It has been about a week since I had this dream, and I can't get this face out of my head. At first I thought that perhaps this face was just an amalgamation of the other five faces in my dream, but there are too many features that this woman had that look nothing like the features of the others. Even soaked in sweat and obviously drained of energy after labor in the dream, there was just something about her that made my heart soar. I don't know if I will ever see her. Maybe this is just my subconscious letting me know what I think the perfect woman looks like, but maybe, just maybe, it is another prophetic dream.
I hope so, I really do. And I hope that if it is, I meet her soon. I don't really care if the first dream is prophetic (it would be interesting if it was, but it really isn't all that important), but that second one . . . .
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