I don't know if it's prophetic (I certainly hope not!) but yeah, I've had precognitive dreams. Unfortunately, they're only about useless stuff that does neither me nor the world any good, instead of about important things like the winning pick six numbers for a specific day. Now, me becoming a millionaire would be useful, but instead I get trivial dreams like this:
I dreamed I was in a strange bookstore, and I was looking on the shelves when I suddenly came across a book I'd been looking for for years .(This was before I was online and knew about sites like abebooks.com. Nowadays, if I remember a book I'd like to read or reread, I can find multiple copies of even the rarest, most obscure book. But I digress...)The book was The Werewolf of Paris by Guy Endore, which was published in the 1930s. So I woke up, and thought nothing of it. I certainly had no plans to go to a bookstore that day, strange or familiar. But that morning, my DH asked if I wanted to go along while he went to a little town where he had some business to deal with ; I saw a used bookstore there, after he was done we stopped there and...Yep, it was there. Werewolf of Paris, in a paperback reprint from the 1970s.
That's the kind of useless precog dreams I get. Cassandra, eat your heart out.
That's the kind of useless precog dreams I get. I too have dreams of future useless events, like looking out a window and seeing a leaf float by. I'd always hoped as I aged this would mature into something more useful, but it doesn't appear to be moving that direction!
Years ago I had a friend who had precognitive dreams. I always listened to her tales with skepticism, until I was in one.
Our 2 families were going to spend the weekend at a country place we owned. On the way she asked if there was any way that when we got there we would not be able to get in. I said no, of course not, I have the key to the lock on the gate.
Upon arrival my key would not let us in & we had to dismantle the entire gate to get into the place. She just smiled. She had dreamed this before hand.
She didn't tell me until sometime later, that her dream had continued with us being attacked in the night & only she survived escaping over the hills. Thank God that part didn't happen, but I paid more attention to her dreams after that.
I haven't talked to her in years, I wonder what she is dreaming now.