Sometimes I have clairvoyant dreams.
They never direct me to any epiphanies. They don’t solve mysteries and they don’t teach life lessons; they are merely strange and cryptic windows into the lives of others.
Example: I will dream of you singing a particular song in a particular manner. Upon waking, I will tell you of that dream and you will tell me that while the song was different, the strange style in which you sang it (in the privacy of your home, with no one around but your cat and your girlfriend) was correct.
Example: After having been out with you the night before, I will dream of shopping for a new phone. Upon waking, I will discover a worried email from you, announcing that you have lost your phone.
Occasionally, I will also dream of the future.
Example: Several years ago, I dreamt in the autumn that a friendship would end in the winter. That I’d be left to sort out my jagged feelings for an unstable man while I stepped with nimble feet through deep slush.
Example: I dreamt of finding a wad of American money on the floor. The next day, I was in line at a gift shop, and I saw a wad of American cash sitting on the ground. WTF?!? I was so stoked, until the cashier saw it too, and alerted the rightful owner (or so I assume it was the rightful owner. If someone asked you if that wad of money was yours, would you claim it as such?).
And very rarely, I will dream of artistic inspiration. Things that I can make, either for monetary gain, or for fun.
Example: Last winter, I dreamt that I was looking back on some quilts that I had made. There was a sense of accomplishment, and the quilts were both witty and practical. Upon waking, I was nervous and excited, and it took me a long time to think through the actual quilt making process, but eventually I made it happen.
Example: Last spring, I dreamt that I was making ugly pants for nothing more than monetary gain. Upon waking, I did exactly that.
