Well, that was what I *was* gonna blahg about but we’ll hop over that subject for now (snort, snort, get it?). How ’bout prescient dreams instead? Hey, I can haz them. I have run into other people throughout my life who can haz them too. People who are practical down-to-earth critical thinkers who believe in scientific methods and research. Who are passionate about their careers and interests. Who love their families, take care of their children, volunteer in the community, and generally make positive contributions to our society. Who in that batscope hour of the night are also willing to admit that there are a few things going on in the universe that nobody can completely understand. At least not yet.

I have always had a lot of weird, vivid dreams. They fall into various categories: journeying, processing, packing (oh, packing dreams, I hate you so), and alternate reality. Shoreline dreams fall into the alternate reality category. An itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny yellow polka dot fraction of my dreams are prescient.

So? Whennnn ammmmm iiiii gonna diiiiiiiiiie, you are asking? (Or maybe it’s, “what color is my aura?”) I dunno. I am not the Oracle at Delphi. Actually, I am pretty crappy at this whole thing. First, my prescient dreams don’t exactly run a whole movie about an impending event. Often they involve people and places that have nothing to do with the event. And then there’s the whole [ahem] thing where I don’t usually know a dream has predicted something until that thing happens. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. You would have to be inside my head to know and trust me, most of you do NOT want to be there. (The Grinchie and a few others are probably gnoffing at this point…)

Twice in my life, I have had dreams that I was absolutely sure predicted something before it happened. I’m not gonna tell what those were. I never will. Again, those dreams weren’t movie trailers of future events, but I was unsettled by them until whatever thing it was happened.

My best example of dreaming something that did happen but not figuring it out until later is probably 911. I had a horrific dream that morning of our family beach on Lake Superior filled with smoke and faaaarrr trucks and it seemed like we were under attack somehow from something besides moe-skee-toes. Y’all can laugh and call me nutsy if you want but that *was* my dream that morning. I was working from home for YAG then and for whatever god-forsaken reason, I didn’t turn on the radio that morning and so I didn’t know until the GG got sent home from his fed job at 11 AM or whatever that the trade center towers had been attacked. But, like I said, I am not the Oracle at Delphi, so even if I *had* known that that dream was prescient (and I do think it was), what could I have done? If I had tried to call the White House (or even the local po-leese) they’d have probably dismissed me as being psychotic.

Prescient dreams have been a part of my life forever. They don’t make me special. Not at all! When I was young, they freaked me out. Now, not so much. I know how much I *don’t* know these days and it humbles me.

And finally… It’s my blahg and I’ll cry if I want to. And post crazy stuff like my very occasional and uninterpretable prescient dreams. Or boring stuff like I usually do because, as I told so many people at my recent high school reunion, my job would be boring to anybody but meeeeee. This here little blahg has very very humble beginnings and, although I love and welcome comments, it is still my space to write. Y’all are only getting the parts of me that I want to write about or *can* write about without violating someone else’s right to privacy. It’s all a balancing act and I haven’t been anywhere near good at gymnastics since I was about five, so sometimes I fall off the balancing beam.

Love y’all, especially my troll-ish people >wink<,
KW

P.S. I was joking about having prescient dreams about the freighter Tregurtha’s recent difficulties. I don’t think that my dreams the night before predicted that at all.

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