Artists of all kinds, writers included, are sensitive souls. When we create our masterpieces, we reach deep inside ourselves to add part of us to the projects on which we work. Then when we publicize our work, we brace ourselves as we know that the critics will crawl out of the woodwork, waiting to chew up and spit out our babies.
But when I say that writers are sensitive, I don’t mean to imply that we’re thin-skinned and easily get hurt feelings. As a matter of fact, if that were the case, we’d be on a suicide mission every time we submitted anything for publication. What I mean is that I believe we’re better in touch with our own feelings as well as the feelings of those around us. (I particularly find it funny that I’m so extraordinarily empathetic, because I have Asperger’s Syndrome. In case you don’t know, lack of empathy is generally one of the major symptoms associated with this form of Autism.)
In yesterday’s post, I told you about several authors who had successfully predicted future inventions or events within their books. And that got me to wondering how many of those writers may have dreamed their ideas for those novels. Or how many of you who write, dream your next idea? Personally, about half of the manuscripts that I’ve written have either come to me in a dream or all at once in a kind of a “vision” (and I hesitate to use that word because of the quirky taboo associated with it) the moment I woke up.
I’ve had other dreams over the years that I felt at the time would probably make for a good book or movie, but oddly, they weren’t in a genre that I cared to write or see. But over the years, I’ve come to find that other people don’t necessarily have dreams like that.
My sister, for example, almost always dreams of wonderful fantasy lives featuring herself. For example, she dreams that she’s walking along, minding her business, when she looks down and finds a winning lottery ticket. Or she’s home doing nothing, when suddenly, a handsome movie star knocks on the door to get directions because he’s lost, then he sees her, instantly falls in love, and asks her to marry him. And sometimes when she’s mad at someone, she dreams that she has superhuman powers and beats them to a pulp until they beg her for mercy, then they apologize profusely for being so mean in the first place. (And if you knew her, you’d know how ridiculous that one is.) At any rate, she’s always the star and always comes out on top.
As for me, I’m almost never in my own dreams. Quite often, actually, they’re entirely about complete strangers. I’ve also had numerous dreams in my life of things that came true, though sometimes they’re a bit skewed. I’m not claiming to be any kind of psychic or anything like that. I just think I’m extra sensitive to certain things going on around me. When I have these dreams, they’re never because I am thinking about the subject beforehand. They just happen, then I find out later how accurate they actually were.
For example, for the purpose of this post, my ex-husband’s name is “Bob.” (That’s not really his name, but I don’t want to infringe on his privacy by revealing his true identity.) When we were separated, I had a dream that he was in a phone booth outside a McDonald’s and was with two other people when he was killed in a drive by shooting. I woke up so frazzled, that before I even got out of bed, I called Bob and told him my dream. But he got angry that I was pulling a stupid joke on him while he was at work. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. I was still shaking from how realistic my dream was, and I was quite upset. Then he told me to turn on the news. Apparently, there were three African-American men, one who was named Bob, inside a phone booth outside of a McDonald’s the night before, and in a drive-by shooting, that Bob was shot and killed.
When I was a teenager, I worked at a convenience store, and I knew a lot of my customers by name (because I had to card them for purchases of tobacco or alcohol). I had a dream one night of a customer named Brad who always drove a blue Mustang. In my dream, he was with a tall, blonde girl named Suzanna, but he called her Sue. They were in a brand new red Celica, and they were headed to a small town in Tennessee named Crab Orchard to see her family. They stopped at a grocery store along the way, where they were involved in a car accident as they were leaving the parking lot. The next day, Brad came into my store when he got off work, and I told him my dream. He looked at me kind of oddly, but didn’t really say anything more. I didn’t think anything more about it until the day after that when a red Celica pulled into the parking lot, and a tall blonde girl got out. She came in and stood in the store, not looking at anything to buy as she waited for the other customers to leave. Then she introduced herself. She said her name was Suzanna, but people called her Sue, and that her boyfriend Brad told her about a dream I had about them! She said she just got her new car the week before, and she and Brad were planning a trip that very weekend to her hometown of Crab Orchard, Tennessee to see her dad. But because of my dream, she changed her plans.
So, hopefully I didn’t make you think that I’m a complete oddball. (I usually get one of two reactions when I share my dreams such as these: Either, “Wow, that’s so cool!” or, “Um, okay… Well, that’s sure weird!”) If you found any of this interesting, I have dozens of similar prophetic dreams I can share. But now, I want to know… What do you dream?