Insights Into Life

By Dijay

I often would dream of things which later came true. My most haunting recurring dreams always involve me being in a very dark house and aware of a stranger/intruder being in the house with me, however, whenever I would try any light switch, they would never work. Hence, leaving me feeling vulnerable to attack.

I often dreamt about every day events which would come true. The loveliest one was while being pregnant with my son. I dreamt I gave birth to a lovely, healthy looking baby boy with a small amount of light brown soft hair. On being presented with this baby by the doctor, I noticed a small trickle of blood next to the corner of his eyebrow. As the dream was in color (one of the signs it was a premonition), I spoke with my doctor about the dream. I told her I sometimes dreamt of future events and my concern was she would cut the baby during my c-section which was planned to to small pelvic bones. My doctor went about explaining how she had heard of these things happening, but assured me she used a technique which involved using scissors which slightly curved upward to cut open the uterus. She thought I was just anxious regarding the impending operation and I started to doubt my feelings and felt it might only be worry. We decided I would stay awake for the operation using a spinal block as I felt I had missed out on being the first to see my daughter born as she was an emergency c-section.

Months later, the arranged date arrived. I was lying on the operating table surrounded by doctors and nurses. My baby boy was delivered and just before they handed him to me, my doctor said, "I didn't cut him with the scissors." There he was, perfect in every way except the small amount of blood trickling from his brow. The doctor went on to say that it was caused by the forceps used to pull him out. I felt happy and relaxed. It didn't feel strange at all to me as he was born and given to me exactly as I had pictured him.

On the other hand, I think it made my doctor believe in premonitions. Within the next few weeks, I had another premonition including the same doctor regarding my operation. At my six week check up, I discussed my operation and, as the doctor spoke, I knew what she was going to say and mirrored her word for word, and thought "my dream came true again."

I also used to astral travel in my dreams and visit people and places which I did not have the opportunity to visit in real life. On one of these occasions, I dreamt about being with a group of students. We all piled onto a man-made wooden look out with an old metal railing on. This lookout was on the side of a cliff. I remember seeing the bush land trees and large rocks. The next thing I felt was us falling and out of fear, I woke up. I felt terrible dread and started to phone my sister and some friends (as I felt it was a premonition again), asking if any of their children were going on a school excursion. None were, however, as I phoned, I listened to the news on the television which was about a group of students who plummeted to their deaths in New Zealand that same morning. I felt sick and sorry that I could do nothing about the situation. I also felt extreme anger toward the school teacher as, in my dream, I felt it was her fault for allowing so many students to access the look-out platform at one time.

These are only two of many I have had since being a small child. I think my premonitions started when I was about five or six years old. My mother had to listen to my dreams every morning as I was obsessed with explaining them all in detail. I stopped doing this when in my mid-teens. I remember her saying, "They are only dreams" because she couldn't understand the importance of them to me at the time. Unfortunately, my dreams started to cause me great anxiety and many panic attacks. If I had any really bad ones, I would dread them being premonitions instead of only dreams, so I switched them off, so to speak. I try my best not to remember my dreams on waking these days.

I have also had many premonitions while being awake or on meeting people for the first time. It is not something which is switched on all the time, however, if I really want to, I can lay hands on people and feel the way they feel and think their thoughts. I can feel illnesses, past injuries, worries or anxieties or doubts, and their hopes and dreams. I often strike up a conversation with a stranger only to find they were just thinking or previously discussing the same thing. It's like I am meant to reassure them they are making the right or wrong choices or give them advice on the subject. The strange thing is most want to listen to me like I am the most intelligent person they have ever met and hang on to my every word. This seems weird to me.