Just about everyone, at some point in their life, has had a moment of déjà vu. Déjà vu is generally identified as a disturbing feeling that you have been someplace or seen something already when such a case is actually impossible. Given the supernatural tones of such a moment, the phenomenon of déjà vu is often attributed to reincarnation, omens, spirits, and, of course, alterations in the matrix.
However, what about those very specific instances of déjà vu where you are certain that you have been someplace or seen something already, but in a dream. The same creepy feelings crawl across your spine in response, but unlike the more general definition of déjà vu, in this specific case you know exactly where and when you had been there or seen that, and it was in a dream. Someway, somehow you had dreamt of the future.
This has actually happened to me quite often. Throughout my life there have been countless incidents where I have dreamt of some event that eventually became reality. Unfortunately, in almost every instance of this in the past, the event predicted in my dream and realized in reality was incredibly insignificant.
Just to provide an example of how insignificant my premonitions are, once I had a dream of a friend walking down along Broadway. At one point, she suddenly stopped to comment, “Oh, its starting to rain.” A few days later, that very event occurred exactly as I predicted.
However, I should not completely belittle the value of my supernatural powers, as there was been one particular instance where they became useful. Once in high school, I had a dream that I was taking my English final and was completing a section on Macbeth. I came to one question and was completely stumped, unable to finish the exam. At that point I woke up and asked myself, “Hmm, what is the answer to that question?” Having become intrigued by my dream, I looked it up.
I did not know it at the time, but two days later that exact question appeared on my English final. However, in this alternate dimension, I had looked up the answer ahead of time. Now I knew how to answer the question, Schrödinger’s cat was alive and well, and the space-time continuum would never be the same again. Just imagine, in some alternate universe, I might not have graduated high school cum laude.
Nonetheless, there have also been moments where despite complete knowledge and an attempt to use my supernatural powers, my will has proven futile. Once in high school, I had a dream where I tripped over a brightly colored tall plastic bucket in the kitchen and hurt my knee. This seemed very strange to me as I had never seen such a plastic bucket in my house. A few days later, rain was pouring down very hard and a small leak appeared in my kitchen roof. My mother and I proceeded to travel to the nearest Walgreens to seek aid and supplies to prepare for the potential inundation (I exaggerate).
While at Walgreens, my mother picked out a bucket to contain the rain dripping in the kitchen. Much to my bewilderment, it was the exact same bucket that appeared in my dream. I was suddenly struck with déjà vu and I forcefully convinced my mother to absolutely by all means avoid purchasing that bucket. Not caring one way or the other, so long as she had a bucket, she simply picked out a different bucket. I made sure that it was of a different shape and color. Smug and overconfident in my challenge against fortuna, we left the Walgreens.
Despite my supernatural powers, despite my will against the heavens, and despite all common sense of buying a short bucket instead of a tall bucket to avoid tripping hazards, in the late afternoon, I tripped over the bucket. Immediately after tripping, I flipped over and fervently rubbed my knee. I chain smoked explicatives till the air around me was suffocating in curses and a cold chill ran up my spine. It was at that point that I realized… This was fate.
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