Dreaming the Future

It's weird, but ever since I was young I could dream things, and they would come true. Some take some interpretation, some are out-and-out slap you in the face, but in most I'm able to predict an event before it happens. Sometimes I look back and think, "Ah! That's what that meant!" But a lot of the time I can tell you what's up before it goes down. And it's not even important stuff! Most of the time it's goofy. I'm not sure what triggers it or why, but here are three of my best:

1) In high school I had three friends I hung out with all the time: Kristi, Rachael and Cori. I dreamed that the three of us went to Rachael's dad's house (which we had never been to, just her mom's) and we had to help her get ready for her dad's wedding. Just a normal boring dream, but I came to school the next day and asked her if her dad was getting married. She replied that he wasn't, to her knowledge, and we didn't think anything else of it until...

You guessed it -- about a week to two weeks later she comes in, "My dad's getting married and you knew about it before I did!" I'd never even met the guy.

2) The second involved a friend of mine I had in college. I kept having dreams about him, and in all of them he needed to talk to me (I hadn't seen him in maybe four years). Finally I dreamed we were shopping in Linens 'N Things, and he was there in his scrubs (he was a nurse) piling his cart way way up with stuff. I kept trying to talk to him, but he kept telling me he was too busy. When I woke up, it really bugged me, and I kept trying to figure out why he was working at Linens 'N Things. I finally figured out that he couldn't have been working there, because he was wearing his scrubs, so he must have been shopping. And the only reason why he would have had that much stuff would be if he was registering. I checked the LNT website and, sure enough, there he was, getting married in about six months. The dreams stopped shortly after that.

3) Finally (and this is a long one) one of the above mentioned friends and I had a spat and hadn't spoken in some time. She was dating another friend of ours, and I had worked at his catering center with him, his mom, and his dad. About the same time I was diagnosed with lymphoma, his dad was also, except his was non-Hodgkin's -- not the good kind.

So in the dream I show up for work at the catering center and everyone is there (including my old friend) except the dad. I keep trying to find him to figure out what I should be doing that day, but no one can tell me where he is. I keep looking, and in the process, the friend who had her knickers in a twist approached me and kept telling me how it was all a mistake, and that there was actually no problem. "That's odd," I thought in the dream, and kept looking for the dad. By the end of the dream, I realized that the dad had been killed by a "monster" at the center, and I woke up. The next day he succumbed to the cancer (the monster) and at the funeral the scene between me and the previously peeved old friend played out pretty much exactly as in the dream.