I first became aware of the possibility of prescient dreams in April of 1983. At the time, I was thinking about a traumatic experience I had endured a month earlier when all of a sudden I remembered a dream I had had a year earlier that had many similarities to the traumatic experience.

Was it possible that the dream had in some way prepared me for the traumatic experience?

Here is the dream as I wrote it down in April of 1982:

An afternoon stroll through my childhood neighborhood was quite unexpectedly interrupted. Opposing factions appeared suddenly from nowhere. Setting up shop on either side of the road, they quickly displayed their hi-tech khaki hardware in a whir of organized chaos.

Caught behind a front line, supine and still I lay as the machine gun fire screamed in a ceaseless roar. Amidst all the excitement I was taken aback with all the pageantry. Engrossed with the exchange, the danger of the situation failed to alarm me and then a soldier fell.

Riddled with bullets he dropped. Within spitting distance a man was killed. It could have been me. I jockeyed my position slightly and tried to hide myself behind another civilian caught by circumstance in a similar predicament.

The ground began to tremble quite violently. The exchange continued in a frenzy.

Now I was scared. I wanted to run but froze in a fetal ball. The earth repelled the barrage of metal as the ground vibrated in a most eerie way.

Suddenly my side stopped firing. The return continued. Had we run out of bullets? I could not tell. One of the soldiers realized our fate.

“It’s all over,” he said, as if he had accepted his imminent death.

Someone else yelled “Fire up into the sky!”

As I tried to prepare myself for my death, the return of fire continued intensely. The ground roared even louder. I tried to imagine how it might feel to be shot to death. I wanted to run but couldn’t move.

“It’s useless,” I thought. “What a pointless way to die. I don’t want to die. Why does it have to be this way?”

A tear fired from my eye at the unknown enemy as the soldiers fired up into the sky. I felt confused as to who they were surrendering.

Rage and mystery overtook my senses as we all gazed up into the sky.


Now, if you read the story of my traumatic experience, The Grim Reaper Makes a Housecall, you may note the following similarities:

The location — the vicinity of my parent’s home;
The unexpected life and death event;
The feeling of fascination that preceded any sense of danger;
Fear for my life;
The strange “tremble” and “roar” of the ground (the vibration in my arms and the buzzing in my ears);
Feelings of helplessness;
Feelings of unfairness;
Not wanting to die;
The final surrender.

I have since gone on to experience many prescient dreams — all of them very different. For example, one prescient dream foretold the meeting of the woman who was to become my wife, 6 months before I met her.

And, before that dream, another dream foretold that I would one day have two daughters, very close together in age. (I ended up having three daughters — the first two were born within 18 months of each other, and the third arrived ten years after the second).

Later in life, I had dreams that foretold of job offers, and other dreams that informed me that jobs weren’t going to come my way (even though inquiries had been made about my availability).

About two years ago, I had one amazing dream (after an extremely long period of unemployment) that told me exactly how much money I was going to be paid on my next job — a number that ended up being accurate within one thousand dollars — which in my line of work in film production, is quite extraordinary.

Incidentally, that original dream (about facing my death) just so happened to be the very first dream I ever felt compelled to write down.

Ever since that time, whenever I have had other prescient dreams, they always stand apart from my “normal” dreams, and as such, I am most always compelled to write them down. The only exception to this, thus far, has been a dream I called the dream of three shells.

In that case, as soon as I woke up and remembered that particular dream, I knew it was prescient, however, because I didn’t immediately understand what it was trying to tell me, and because the whole experience left me feeling terribly disturbed, I tried to forget about it. And I thought I did, until the dream suddenly came back to me the next morning. In that instant, I experienced an “aha” moment, and understood what it meant. Only then did I write the dream down.

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