In a previous blog, I mentioned that dreams have often inspired writers. Now, I will write about the time I thought I was psychic because I was having dreams which seemed to be connected to the future.
This only happened during a short period of time when I was in college. My theory is that during this time, my brain cells were functioning on overdrive and perhaps I was therefore able to extend brain activity into my psychic cells. Now that I have fallen into a black hole of brain vapidity, I no longer have premonition dreams.
It wasn’t like I knew what was going to happen or that I got a play-by-play of events that were to follow. It was more like something which you could brush off as coincidence would occur the next day. But it happened so often that I started announcing the contents of my dreams to people when I woke up – my sister or my room-mate, just in case.
They were small things like “I saw snakes,” or “I dreamt of a place called ‘Ogden’,” and then when we saw a man bicycling with a python wrapped around his neck or the name “Ogden” popped up in print somewhere the next day, I would say, “You see?” and whomever I told would be wowed by that for a split second.
