Recently, I saw Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, a movie in which the main character dreams about someone he loves, then meets that person in real life.
This happened to me. Twice, actually. The first time, I woke up from the dream and couldn't remember what she looked like but I remembered her name. My friends looked her up in the school directory, and there she was. She existed. I was too shy to ever pursue it, and so that's that.
The second time it happened to me was even more strange.
During my senior year of high school, I had a dream with A__ in it (this time it was a girl I did know existed--she was in my Creative Writing class). I think we were at a baseball game or something, hanging out in a totally ordinary way. But in the dream I absolutely loved her. It was wonderful.
The next morning, I picked up my ex-girlfriend on the way to school, and I told her about the dream. She told me that she, too, had had a dream the previous night. In her dream, she absolutely loved M___, who happened to be A__'s ex-boyfriend.
Strange enough.
I went to class. In Creative Writing, we had an assignment due and that meant that during the class, we passed around our assignment for comments from our peers before turning it in. When it was my turn to read and comment on A__'s piece, I wrote, without signing my name, "You were in my dream last night."
I watched the comment sheet go around the room, and when it got to A__, she read about halfway down (where my comment was), and then immediately turned to her friend, pointing at the paper.
Her friend looked, and then turned straight toward me and stared.
This happened to me. Twice, actually. The first time, I woke up from the dream and couldn't remember what she looked like but I remembered her name. My friends looked her up in the school directory, and there she was. She existed. I was too shy to ever pursue it, and so that's that.
The second time it happened to me was even more strange.
During my senior year of high school, I had a dream with A__ in it (this time it was a girl I did know existed--she was in my Creative Writing class). I think we were at a baseball game or something, hanging out in a totally ordinary way. But in the dream I absolutely loved her. It was wonderful.
The next morning, I picked up my ex-girlfriend on the way to school, and I told her about the dream. She told me that she, too, had had a dream the previous night. In her dream, she absolutely loved M___, who happened to be A__'s ex-boyfriend.
Strange enough.
I went to class. In Creative Writing, we had an assignment due and that meant that during the class, we passed around our assignment for comments from our peers before turning it in. When it was my turn to read and comment on A__'s piece, I wrote, without signing my name, "You were in my dream last night."
I watched the comment sheet go around the room, and when it got to A__, she read about halfway down (where my comment was), and then immediately turned to her friend, pointing at the paper.
Her friend looked, and then turned straight toward me and stared.
2 comments:
HA! That's great. Lately I've been feeling more and more that I've been putting thoughts in other people's heads, because so many people seem to be reading my mind lately. So either everyone is psychic, or I'm really putting it out there.
I'd trust in your own mental powers. But be weary of them failing when you need them the most. Carry duct tape.
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