I rarely, if ever, dream about people I actually know, but when I do, I pay particular attention as those dreams are usually extremely vivid and, oddly enough, more mundane than my dreams typically are (see Steampunk-like dream). Also, in my experience, my psychic dreams are not necessarily a foretelling of a future event. Sometimes they are my higher consciousness working something unresolved out, or sometimes they are other people's higher consciousness working something out that involves me in some way but maybe only in relation to them. Sound crazy? If you believe as I do that we are all connected, connected because everything is made of energy, including us, and there are no barriers to energy, then this is not that big of a stretch. And, for me, it's not a stretch at all. In my opinion, this is how the psychic connection works. This is how a psychic does a reading of a person, place, thing or situation. A psychic has learned how to connect their energy to another and read, or feel, whatever information the person, object, or situation has to offer. In this way, information can also be gleaned from dreams, whether our own or someone else's. In addition, and this may be harder for others to accept, I believe that when we dream it is not simply our minds that are engaged as science would tell us, but that our spirits are also actively interacting outside the normal, or understood, reality. My theory may require a quantum leap in perspective, or to look at it from the context of quantum mechanics. Following is an account of a psychic dream I had last night. I believe, feel, that in this case, this dream actually had nothing to do with me, but it was other energies interacting with mine to work something out.
I dreamt I ran into an old friend on the streets of Chicago. I have not seen this person in more than 20 years. The dream had two parts. In the first part, I was at my old apartment building where I last lived in Chicago. Of course, the building was very unrecognizable now that I am awake, but in the dream I was completely familiar with it all. I often experience this duality where in dreams my environment seems familiar, but in my waking consciousness it is not. My neighbors, Aim and Jennie, who used to live together, now, in the dream, lived in separate apartments as they do in real life as well. I also never actually saw them in the dream, just as I have not seen either of them in real life either for many years. At some point, I left the apartment building to run an errand, I guess, and on the street I randomly ran into another old friend, Nadine, whom I used to work with at two different jobs and had known for many years as well. She and I we're basically drinking buddies. She could hold a lot more liquor than I and better than me too. Lol. She was of Southside Irish descent as if that explained it. Most of our interactions were during dinners with cocktails, lots of cocktails, to the point that I would almost always black out, get very sick, and have devastating hangovers the following day. She, on the other hand, would be relatively unaffected by alcohol. Late in our friendship, she developed epilepsy and had to give up her heavy drinking and it was around that time we stopped seeing one another. I also left Chicago to live in other places. However, I digress. I wish I could describe the range of emotions that crossed her face when she saw me in the dream. As I approached her, I saw her before she saw me, I called out, "Nadine?" She turned, and as recognition set in, her countenance changed from "who is calling my name" to "oh my god!" At first, it was like a happy reunion. She said, "What's up?," which is exactly what she would say. "How ya been?" I told her I had been away for a long time but I was back in the city. "How are you," I asked in return? By this point, we we're talking and walking rather quickly, but I did not realize she was trying to get away from me. She told me she needed to pick up food for a family function. She didn't really go into it, which wasn't normal for Nadine. She likes to talk and normally carried our conversations. She walked briskly a little ahead of me and I basically tried to keep up. She kept looking over at me with this look of incredulity as if she couldn't believe it was really me, or how did this happen, or how did I find her. At some point, she suddenly dashed into some restaurant on the street. I waited outside. I'm not sure why. Then, just as suddenly, she came out again with one of those recyclable carry trays that holds coffee to go. It was laden with drinks stacked four high in each cup holder, napkins, straws and other to go items. We began walking again, but we only made it a few steps before she went back into the restaurant through another door. Again, I didn't follow her, but I did look through the glass door to see what she was doing this time. She had sat down at a table. I could see her family around her. They were all having a jovial time, but she looked back at me through the window with this look of anguish. I knew, or realized, at that moment that she did not want to see me. I had this kind of epiphany and immediately hightailed it out of there. I wasn't upset. I just accepted that for whatever reason she was not interested, or able, in getting reacquainted. I woke up soon after.
