March 15, 2007

• Sometimes I dream I'm not myself, like some kind of psychic Scott
  Bakula quantum-leaping into other lives that have no association with
  my
  own. This morning I woke up around 2:30, having snapped out of a dream
  where i was screaming as loud as i could. My boyfriend- not my
  boyfriend, or any person i could even recognize- had me cornered in a
  small space. I was mostly screaming because i didn't know this man, and
  also screaming because he was threatening me and the child i was trying
  to keep away from him. A child?? I remember my throat starting to hurt,
  and hoping that someone else in the building might hear me, even though
  in my dream i realized the building was usually empty in the middle of
  the day. When I coudn't scream any more, an older gentleman (i remember
  he was a lawyer, wearing a dark grey suit) came running from the stairs
  to my aid. And that's when i woke up.

  After lying awake for a few moments, more startled than terrified, i drifted off to sleep again.

  In the metro this morning I read this article.
  The man had a bomb; he pulled her into the elevator and trapped her
  there, screaming, and then blew them both up. Philip Lamonica, a
  50-year old lawyer whose office was in the same building, said: 
  “I went back after I heard the explosion to see what happened, and the
  elevator door had been blown off its hinges,” he said, “and inside it
  was consumed with flames. There was no more screaming.”

  jesus.

  ---

  Nah, I don't think I'm psychic. Couldn't be.

  Well, not in the sense that I have any control over when & how it
  happens, otherwise i'd be all over the lottery, yo. It does occur more
  than I would prefer, though, to the point where I'm not even surprised
  anymore when my dreams end up playing themselves out in reality. It 's
  really.... uncomfortable..... when it does happen. I try to tell myself
  that what i'm doing is simply responding to jarring situations in
  reality by connecting them logically back to my dream, rather than vice
  versa- except that the details in these types of dreams are usually
  very very specific. I'm some kind of receptor for mental frequencies, I
  guess.

  For example, another thing that happens to me often is that I'll be
  thinking something- even something utterly random- and then not a
  moment later the person beside me will say the same exact thing. Like
  an echo. This happens to me daily.

  Not to mention the dream I woke up from at 8:30 am, nearly six years
  ago, about evacuating people from fire and darkness, only to find 
  out later in the day that an airplane had smashed into a building in
  New York.... I don't want to get into that one though.

  I was a little shook up this morning after i read the paper. I
  tried to find photos of the lawyer and the bomber boyfriend to see if i
  would recognize them from my dream, but no dice. Until then, yeah, i
  get a little comfort knowing i was somehow with her in that experience.
  Poor girl. It's not everyday you get to be vicariously blown up in an
  elevator. Greeeat.

  Meanwhile, I've also been dreaming about lions roaming the city
  streets, nearly every single night for the past two weeks. More than
  once I've stepped outside my dream-doorstep to see tawny eyes watching
  me in the lamplight. What the hell is THAT supposed to mean??

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