Few years forward, I remember this one sunny afternoon when I felt so dizzy I need to sleep it off. I was about to see my friends so I tried to shake it off but to no avail. I ended up snoozing on the sofa. As usual, I dreamed. I dreamed of being in a car with my dad. I was talking incessantly and he was so intent on driving, like he never heard me. Everything seemed fine until an old man suddenly appeared in front of the car and my dad swerved sharply to avoid the old man. Unfortunately, we went off the road and down the cliff. I remembered meeting my dad’s sad eyes before my nanny woke me up after hearing me scream nonstop. She quickly brought me water to drink while I burst out the dream like a mad girl. As I calmed down, she told me never to tell anyone about this dream. My friends came and soon I forgot all about the dream I had. Only, when I got home, my nanny was sitting in the front porch waiting for me to come home and told me the news:  that my father died in a car accident.

Then there was this time, I dreamed of my mom dating my professor five years after my father’s death. I wasn’t aware that they know each other, much less, date and besides, my mom never told me anything about seeing him so one night, after dinner, out of nowhere, I just told her to give it a chance and it’s totally okay with me if she chooses to marry again. She broke into tears and hugged me. The next night, she invited my professor to have a dinner with us. He became my stepfather.

There have been other dreams that eventually came true.  Some of them were painful, others were just random, uneventful things while most held happiness. My nanny’s no longer with us but before she died she told me she had always believed in my dreams and always took note when I rely messages from my dream.

Soon after my marriage took an ugly turn and I was left to fend for myself, it is but natural to suffer depression, only mine was a little over the top and required psychiatric help. During those times, it was a barrage of dreams that totally confused me I could no longer recognize them. I cleaned up and got my act together, only I lost a big part of me:  the dreams stopped.

Author: Anonymous

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However, a dead baby means you have ended something significant in your life such as career or relationship. Like stated earlier, baby dreams are reflections of your current state of mind so if you dream of neglected baby, or unwanted baby, try to find symbolical meanings in it. Remember how you felt and responded during the dream since this is where you will find your meaning. For example, if you encountered a neglected baby, maybe you are craving for somebody else’s attention.

Meanwhile, pregnancy dreams mean you are about to embark in something that will make you grow as a person or improve your quality of life. It can be a proposed project that you feel great about or a new goal that you are still working on and you are quite certain you can successfully make it. On the other hand, a miscarriage means an aborted project or you are doing something ineffectively even if you did put a lot into it.

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Your heart beat is going faster by every minute, causing you to breathe harder. It’s so cold that every breathe you take is like swallowing broken glass. All of a sudden you see it, a light. It’s dim, and fuzzy, like a candle just before the flame takes its last blaze. You start to realize that you have been running this whole time; your mind has blocked out that you were even running, because you were just so cold, seeking any type of light that would save you from the darkness.

You have in your mind that someone, or something is chasing you. As your mind sends shock waves to your legs to keep running towards this dim light from a far, your backside is filled with fear that whatever is chasing you, would catch you. Mind blank, no sound to be heard, body numb, your eyes only set on this blurry vision of light and nothing else.

You stop; the light is right in front of you. It is a candle, your alone and not even tired from the run, just exhausted from the fear. You turn around, back towards the candle, and there is no one; nothing is sight. You look down, and discover you have been running away from your shadow; yourself.

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Music playing to the strike of your excitement, and coffee dripping to the beat of your heart equals perfection. Layering up for the infamous wintry NY weather, on the verge of heading to the streets just outside your door, you take a deep breathe. As you walk the busy streets of this beautiful lighted city that frames your individuality, this moment feels so blissful.

Wind hitting your skin, coffee slathering your lips. You feel indestructible and full of delight. This is it; this is what you’ve always wanted. This is the moment that has haunted your thoughts, and has been left unchecked from your goals. This is the chapter in your life where you get to re-do your beginning. This is the moment that will show your notoriously hidden smile to shine from your inner core. This is that extraordinary day!

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As I laid in my bed looking at the moon as though it was a clock just waiting, waiting for another day, another hour, waiting to see the sun, just hoping that day would end. When I heard my parents start to calm down and go to bed, I got out of my bed and started to the door. As I put my hand upon the doorknob I heard someone coming. I knew because we had wood floor and it would make this screeching sound as you walk around the house. I scattered back to my bed and heard the door open, it was my mother to kiss us goodnight, and I heard a light whisper from my mother’s lips to my ear saying “Happy Birthday”.

As I listened to her footsteps walk out of my bedroom door and into hers, I got out of my bed, put my robe on and went to the kitchen. I got a glass of water and as I started towards my room I saw my dog Rocky, he was a Doberman. He was lying in front of the fireplace; he was a beautiful color of brown and red he was a muscular dog, one that has an image of a horse.

It was one of those nights that feel so much like a dream. However, was it because I wanted it to be a dream, or was it because I expected my birthday to be a great day, instead of just my average routine? Maybe it was a dream! In this dream like world I fell asleep next to the warm fireplace, yet I woke up in bed the next morning and had no notion of how I got there.

Could this have been a dream where you just can’t tell the difference from what is real and what is fake. I mean I could simply say it was a dream if I was this millionaire child whose parents choose there livelihood of being parents rather then having complications. I guess I will never know if I was awake or fast asleep dreaming this reality dream.

Author: Justin Wallace

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This is déjà vu. A familiar experience with a sense of eeriness, strangeness or weirdness that is most likely attributed to a real or imaginary life experience that a person attest in extreme conviction that this has indeed happened in the past.

There is still no clear-cut reason behind deja vus, although few psychologists note an explicable link between dreams and déjà vu. According to them, some déjà vu are actually the memory of our dreams. We don’t remember majority of our dreams however a dreaming person could retain the dreaming activity as part of his or her long-term memory.

In this case, experts said that déjà vu might be a parcel of a long forgotten dream with elements similar with the current waking experience.

Dream expert Kevin Heady suggested that a feeling of remembering occurs in a sense that he might realize that what he had dreamed of before is a relevant present action taking place at this very moment.
“I was once watching TV here in the living room noticing that my plate and glass seemed well too familiar, it also feels like my head motions were foreseen, and that every move would trigger a continuation to happen or so, This is quite different from the deja vu that I had when I was little, I knew it, I dreamed of this years ago, as a little boy, that amazingly and entire piece of memory was regained and I finally understood when and where I was dreaming and how long this dream was, and most importantly how many years ago did I dream.”

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