If you’re inclined to be cynical, this likely won’t land with you at all, but that’s okay. You have no reason to believe me, but you also have no reason not to.
I have dreams. Weird, oddly detailed dreams about other people, usually not in my immediate circle, that reveal a certain amount of truth. Truths that I could not have otherwise known. They’re not predictions or future telling, so far as I can tell. They’re more like a reading of the undercurrent, the unspoken.
I think I’ve had these my whole life and brushed them off. Everybody dreams, right? In the last year, though, I’ve started paying more attention and when a dream stays with me a little longer than usual, or *feels* different, sometimes I’ll share it.
That’s where things get…unusual. When I share the details, dialogue, feelings or scene with the person I dreamed about, the first reaction is usually disbelief. “How did you know?” Well, I didn’t. At least not consciously.
Yesterday morning, I woke from a particularly detailed dream, that on the surface seemed… absurd in the level of detail. The dream involved a man I only really know from short conversations at school pick up. I went to a yoga straight after dropping the kids at school, and during quiet moments in class, kept returning to the dream and the feeling it left me with. When I sat down late at my computer to work, I decided to shoot him a message. Something along the lines of, “Buckle up, big guy. I just had the strangest dream about you…”
They start like that. My communication with the subjects of my dreams. A sort of “ha ha, isn’t this wacky” opening salvo that I hope doesn’t freak them out.
I won’t share the particulars of this interaction, because the dream hit with such…bizarre accuracy at personal, private parts of this man’s life, I have no business knowing, let alone sharing them.
But the wildest part was not that what I dreamed was accurate. It was how he responded. He was not surprised. He was not taken aback. He welcomed it.
“I give you credit,” he said. “You saw into my energetic world and it was highly accurate. I respectfully bow.”
He said that he believes in intuition, that it behaves outside time and space, that we all have the ability to access that part of ourselves but most of us don’t choose to listen or to practice it. He validated that what I saw was, in fact, real, and encouraged me to seek stillness to tune in to more. That surprised the shit out of me, to be honest. I’m used to that kind of response from the women in my social circles – they tend to be thoughtful and wisened. Not many men I know interact with that kind of ‘shields down’ authenticity.
Of course I have, in the past, been fooled by those who speak the vocabulary of the healed and the wise but operate in disregard for others. I have, at times, not been nearly guarded enough. And just because I read someone doesn’t mean that message was even meant for me to intercept. Frankly, the last time this happened, I should have steered clear. Lessons were learned. This was also the first time that sharing a dream has left me exhausted. My thinking brain turned off and I spent the rest of the day busily going about my tasks on autopilot. Working, cooking, cleaning. It wasn’t until I had a moment of quiet before bed that it struck me how truly surreal the whole thing had been.
