My buddy Michael over at Smoke & Mirrors wrote a nice piece the other day about his
Dream Hat. His piece along with an advertisement for the movie "Deja Vu", rekindled a memory I've had since I was a little boy. This incident has bothered me so much that I've only ever told a few people that are close to me.
I was approximately 9 years old and had a recurrent dream that would not go away. The dreams consisted of waking up to a bright orange glow outside my bedroom window, followed by me repeatedly riding my bike past the remains of our neighbors house. Their house had burnt to the ground. While riding my bike in the dream, I distinctly remember smelling the smoky, waterlogged, remnants of their home. If you've ever smelled a freshly burnt dwelling, it has a distinctive smell like no other.
The dreams came and went for over a year and I never understood their meaning until that fateful night. One night several years later, I awoke to an orange glow outside my window. Our neighbors house was on fire. I woke my parents who then called the fire department. Fortunately, everyone inside escaped safely. I was scared shitless. The next several days were spent riding my bike past the remains of their house, smelling that acrid smell just as I had done in my dreams. I was in awe. I could not fathom that their house was gone, and that I was living my dream.
I have no explanation as to why I had those dreams. From that day forward, I've definitely believed in Deja Vu's and premonitions, but have no clue to their purposes or origins. Do you believe?
