My Precognitive Dreams and those of Other People
The word ‘we’ refers to me and my wife, and ‘M.’ to my
wife alone. When writing ‘On Jan. 10,
2000, I dreamt…’ this means ‘On the night of Jan. 10, 2000, I dreamt…’
"Precognitive dreams" (p-dreams) implies that the dreams come
true at a later date. Below, a selection of my most important p-dreams and one
from someone else.
A
dream rarely gives an exact picture of what it predicts. The dream-censor
collects fragments from the memory and mixes them with the precognitive content.
In the “sewage dream” of July 23, 1978, even more so in the “plane
crash” dream of July 1, 1982 and at the very most in the “serial dream” of
July 17, 1978 two or more future events have been intertwined. This makes later
identification more difficult and may contribute to weaken its veracity in the
eyes of others.
I
have divided the following dreams into three categories:
1. Those that come "to order". One has been
occupied with the subject, perhaps discussed it with a skeptic or related a
vivid dream to someone genuinely interested. This is often followed by
p-dreams the following night. This type rarely conveys interesting information;
perhaps they simply come to reassure one that psi is still with you, or maybe the
purpose is to recharge your psi-batteries.
2. Those that come uninvited. Their
precognitive content could be information about something which will happen
almost immediately or within a short period of time, and they are rarely dramatic.
They are enigmatic, their content hardly ever gives useful information, they do
not bode dramatic events that could perhaps be prevented, and they do not come
up with the winners on the racecourse. I believe
we have numerous p-dreams of this nature of which most get lost,
being forgotten or overtaken by normal dreams.
3. Finally those that bode dramatic events, disaster
or death. They come spontaneously and are usually accompanied by a strong
feeling of something imminent, dramatic or painful. One recognizes them the
moment of waking up, and their special atmosphere may follow one for the
remainder of the day. Perhaps that is its aim. I use ‘aim’ with
reluctance because ‘aim’ seems to imply someone or something intending
something, and I am not at all sure that is the way it works.They often concern family
members or close friends. The following is an
example:.
Towards the end of January 1972 we were skiing in Austria. On the 26th I went out over an unmarked edge and fell some 60 feet or more, landing among some boulders. On impact, I folded up like a carpenter’s ruler and knocked my right arm strongly against my knee and ski pole. Otherwise I was unharmed, although I spat blood for the rest of the day. Next day I asked a friend to take some photos of the place of the accident with M. and I as ‘actors’. I went on skiing for the rest of the vacation.
When we got home we visited my mother but did not say
anything about the accident. My mother, however, said that on the night of Jan.
25 she had dreamt that she was crying disconsolately because I had had a fall skiing and
had knocked my right arm so strongly against the ski pole that I had to see a
doctor, who amputated the arm. Mother bent over to show how I had fallen and
indicated on her right upper arm where I had taken the blow. Having lost the
arm, I could no longer draw (I am an architect), and I developed an ulcer from
the grief and despondency. My mother was visibly moved while relating the
dream, which she still did not know was a p-dream. When she heard the details we
agreed that the blood from my lungs had been transformed into an ulcer in the dream
and that the fact that I could no longer draw stemmed from the dangerous
nature of the fall which could have easily caused death or disablement and
the end of my career. A pure category 3 dream.
The following is a typical category 2 dream: on
Sept. 4, 1979 I dreamt that I was being shown some watercolours. One in particular
impressed me: reddish-brown buttresses, semi-abstract, obviously a church
interior. Our friend E.P. was also in the dream. I woke up and told M. the dream
and thought it signified that E.P. would invite a Japanese girl, S.K., and us to
an exhibition of the Danish artist Willumsen’s watercolour sketches, made in advance
of his later paintings. E.P. had suggested the same thing earlier that
year.
Later in afternoon, M. and I went to see a
newly opened shopping mall. She discovered a library upstairs which we
had to visit (I am an architect, specializing in libraries). At the entrance, a
sign advertised an exhibition in the library of the works of two Japanese
artists. They were S.K. and her friend. S.K. showed watercolours,
one of which was a church interior with reddish-brown columns! We knew nothing about the
exhibition in
advance.
Here comes a ‘serial dream’ which at the same
time demonstrates my observation that an interested environment can promote
p-dreams, that is, a blend of category 1 and 2:
On July 17, 1978 I dreamt that a pair of
nondescript birds had hatched a litter of mini-dogs, all as big as the
birds but otherwise complete; small, wriggling and running puppies with brown
and black spots. One, however, was newly ‘hatched’ and looked
like a red sausage with a trace of shoulders and wrinkles where the eyes would
supposedly break through later. Someone apparently kept this one as a baby. In
Japanese, ‘aka-chan’ literally means ‘red baby’. Next morning I told M.
the dream and said that it would surely prove to be a p-dream.
On July 19 we left for a trip to Jutland with our
friend E.P. In Ebeltoft we walked through a gateway, where we saw a swallow’s nest under the
roof with 4-5 rather big chicks; the puppies in the
dream, we thought. In Fuglsø we visited our friends N.G. and B.G. and told
them about the dream and what I assumed was its coming true. We drove on, and
the same evening, with our friends M.Z. and J.J. in Sminge we met a Basset puppy
which had come to the house the previous day after their other dog had been run
over and killed. I told them about the dream and figured that it had more or less materialized.
Next day, visiting friends in
Moesbjerg, we were told that they had recently acquired a puppy which was now
almost full-grown. Once more, I told the dream and once more I thought that it
was now ‘finished’.
The following day, the 21st, we visited
the artist M.Z. and his wife in Sondrup. There was a tapestry by the artist on
the wall, showing fox cubs that looked like puppies, jumping out of stylised
calyxes on a stylised flower. The calyxes looked like eggshells. I told the couple
the entire story, including the dream and the happenings in Ebeltoft,
Sminge, and Moesbjerg.
From M.Z. we walked over
to my sister M.L. and brother-in-law J.H.N and saw their newborn Martha. I understood that the red sausage in the dream was my
sister’s Aka-chan, her baby. They, too, heard the whole story from me, which
had. apparently reached the end.
We drove on to our
friends Å.B. and H.B. who were likewise told the dream and the subsequent events. We stayed with them, and
on the night of July 23 I had a dream which woke me up, sensing strongly that it
was a p-dream:
The dream was that the basement of my
parents’ villa was flooded with yellowish sewage. A pump with a device that
looked like a con-rod and piston was operating to evacuate the flood but overheated (I
touched it), resulting in the water going in reverse through the pump. A thick,
black, curved hose fastened with a clip was connected to the pump. Then I woke
up.
Next morning I immediately told everybody the dream and interpreted it thus: The basement in my parents house had in all likelihood been flooded, and the overheated machinery probably came from E.P.’s car which was being used by his tenant in Copenhagen while E.P. was with us. He might have forgotten an oil change, thereby ruining the con-rod and piston.
Back home, I called my
father on July 24 and asked if there had been a flood in the basement, without mentioning the dream. He said
No. Next day, our washing machine gave off an ugly smell while running, so I took the
back off. Both the
motor and pump were hot so I greased the shafts and started the
machine again. A black smoke came from the back, and the power went. The windings of the pump had
melted: The thick black pump hose had burst.
We went for lunch at my
parents’ and told them about the dream and its coming true. Mother told
us that they had actually had a flood, but in the holiday cottage, not the
villa; the sewage had begun running up through the kitchen sink due
to the cesspool being clogged. A category 2 dream with a mixture of events.
On the tour of Jutland we passed by Vitskøl monastery (also “Bjørnsholm”) which my
dad had surveyed while studying architecture. That night we arrived at my
sister-in-law S.L. in Viborg. We mentioned the monastery, and she mentioned
another monastery nearby which was owned by a Countess whose name escaped her.
Without thinking I burst out: “But that is Countess Sponecke!” which was
correct. A pure guess, I had absolutely no knowledge of a Countess Sponecke.
Although it is not a p-dream I have included the incident because it is one of a
long array of happenings connected to above mentioned serial dream.
The following dream is
arguably my most dramatic and at the same time most convincing p-dream:
On July 1, 1982 I dreamt I witnessed
a plane crash in a foreign country, seemingly one of the
Southern states in the USA; I was on my way through an orchard.The grass was drenched, and so were my
shoes. Looking up I saw a big plane with three
interrupted condense stripes behind flying low. Suddenly the nose pointed
upwards, the plane stalled, disintegrated and crashed nearby. A large,
triangular wing fragment fell off on the way.
I ran down to the place where the plane had crashed, went into the rear of the fuselage and began
to help the dead and wounded out, the majority of them being young
people, all coloured. I asked some of the spectators
to get some pillows, and I put some under the heads of the unconscious
or dead blacks. I began sobbing from sorrow and horror and ran on to another fragment, where corpses and unconscious persons were spread around. My
sister-in-law T., who was visiting us from Japan, lay among
some of them. She was much darker-skinned than in real life – almost black –
and she leaned backwards with the eyes closed as if she were asleep or were dead.
At that moment I woke up, sobbing disconsolately (that has never happened before or
since), thereby waking M. up, who asked what was wrong. Next morning I told
the dream to M. and her sister, omitting the latter’s role in it.
Nevertheless, she felt ill at ease because she would be flying back to
Japan a few days later. She asked me to tell her more, and
I told her about my p-dreams coming true, for instance the ‘serial dream’
above.
Five days later my
sister-in-law had an uneventful flight
back to Japan. A couple of hours after we had come home from the airport, M.
came into my office and told me that she had just heard on the radio that an
Aeroflot plane had crashed, killing 90 or so people on board. We agreed
that this was my dream. But the blacks from the dream did not fit with an
Aeroflot flight. Two hours later we learned the plane had been en route to
West Africa.
The text below is a
translation of the cutting from the Danish newspaper Berlingske Tidende of
July 7, 1982. It appears that the flight was bound for Sierra Leone and that the
disaster had been total and horrendous. I phoned the
international desk at Berlingske Tidende who told me that at least 22 African
students and two diplomats had been with the flight, but that these
flights notoriously only carried black Africans.
(Berlingske Tidende, July 7, 1982):
MOSKVA
(Reuter).
"Everyone
on board a Soviet Iljushin-62 aircraft with a maximum seating
capacity of 182, was killed on Tueday night after crashing shorly after take-off
from Scheremetjevo Airport in Moscow", a spokesman at a Moscow hospital has
announced.
"The
plane, which was en route for West Africa, crashed 6 miles (10 kms.) from
the airport, and the hospital spokesman affirmed that the crash was so total
and horrendous that 'we didn't need a death certificate for anyone'.
"West
African sources said the plane was probably half full, and that the flight was
destined for Sierra Leone with a touchdown in Senegal.
"Shortly
after the accident the Soviet Ministry of Air Traffic stated that a commission
of inquiry would be appointed to establish the cause.
"It
is unusual for the Soviet authorities to release any information about plane
crashes or other serious accidents. On this occasion the information came from
the TASS news agency which did not, however, mention the number of dead
but only expressed official sympathy with the next of kin. On the whole,
accidents are only reported when foreigners are involved."
Note
the harsh and unusal comment: 'We did not need a death certificate for anyone'.
Late
in the evening of July 9th, 1982, a Panama flight crashed outside New Orleans in
Lousiana with the loss of at least 152 lives. The translation from
Berlingske Tidende speaks for itself.
(Berlingske Tidende, July 11, 1982):
152 Victims After Plane Crash
KENNER
(Reuter)
”Saturday,
rescue teams were still searching for survivors in the New Orleans suburb of
Kenner after a plane crash late Friday night which cost the life of 150 persons.
The Pan America flight bond for San Diego, California, crashed only two minutes
after the departure from New Orleans’ international airport. It happened
during a violent thunderstorm, and the airport authorities think the plane
was struck by a lightning.
Saturday, the number of killed
was stated to be 152, but survivors are still being searched for in the
ruins of the 14 houses hit by the plane. All 145 passengers and crew were killed, and so far 7 dead have been found among the local residents, but
the authorities fear that this number will rise.” A pure category 3 dream but
with a mixture of two events and the introduction of a person from ‘the
outside’ (my sister-in-law).
On Oct. 24, 1984 I
dreamt that we had moved into a house at a nearby street and that we surprised
three burglars – a couple and their boy – with stolen goods. Later, three
men joined them, also with stolen goods. I followed them out, one after the
other, and banged their heads on the floor until they were unconscious. Then I
cycled to Gentofte police station to notify the police. In the morning, I
told M. the dream, and when when she left at 10 she found
that her
car had been broken into. Nothing had been stolen, but the spare wheel lay on
the pavement. A category 2 dream but without a convincing likeness between the
dream and the following event. However, at the time of awaking with a strong
sensation of having had a p-dream.
On June 8, 2001 I had a
lively dream in which a cat that looked like our cat Chibi, with bushy,
chalk-white hind legs, danced sideways along a platform. The following night I
began leafing through the animal friends’ magazine DYREVENNEN which we had
received the same day. On page 26 was this picture of a cat, looking exactly
like Chibi and the cat from the dream. A typical category 2 dream.
Garfieldline is a stray cat that has been lucky Our cat Chibi
to find a kind home at the farmer's.
What,
if any, is the purpose of precognitive or telepathic experiences? It would be
reasonable to expect some kind of benefit or survival advantage arising from
these phenomena so remote from the jog trot of daily life. But they rarely serve
to save people from air crashes, car or train accidents, burning buildings or
any of the multitudes of disasters we are confronted with in our lives.
They
have some immaterial qualities that remove them from the common physicist’s
lab: they work instantaneously over large distances (telepathy), they are not
affected by electrical shielding (Faraday’s cages) and in the case of
precognition they draw information from events that have not yet happened. They
come spontaneously or willed and they appear in sleep as well as in the wakeful
state.
But
one aspect repeats itself in a large number of ESP events: the emotional
factor. In
telepathic as well as precognitive dreams the emotional bond seems to be what
constitutes the link. It is
as if an emotive carrier wave conveys the message between agent and subject or
between the future event and the subject. This is evident in my mother’s ski
accident dream but it is more obscure in the two plane crash dreams. The one
‘link’ I can imagine would be my sister-in-law and the fact that she was
about to return to Japan by plane. The other, more far-fetched link would be the
horrendousness of the crashes, but these accidents happen regularly without
triggering similarly strong reactions in my dreams.
And
how about the ‘serial dream’? It contained no particularly dramatic
elements. Did some little imp want to tease me, and if so, why? Or did
‘someone’ wish to tell me something about the nature of psi? I think that
most unlikely; I had already been ‘psychic’ for years, so why bother?
The
‘Garfieldline cat dream’ is perhaps the least dramatic of the reported
dreams. Our own beloved cat Chibi had died ten years before, so the link between
Garfieldline, Chibi and me was weak. It was nevertheless undoubtedly my fondness
of Chibi which connected me, not directly to the magazine article but to my
finding the picture of the cat the following day.
I cannot see any logic in the choice of preferences and aims in the topics of psi dreams and would be happy to learn if someone can help me.
The emotional factor in certain precognitive dreams does display a sense of logic but will require a lot of hard work and thinking to churn out a reasonable hypothesis as to how the governing rules behind it function.
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