by Naomi Trego

Created on: October 25, 2008

One of your writers discussed the possability of having dreamed a specific place or happening and to recall it as deja vu to having really experienced the event. I have spent a lifetime trying to make some sense of a dream that I had. The deja vu was very real when I experienced the dream in real life.

I was about twelve years old. I don't usually remember my dreams but this one was so bizzare in content that I have never forgotten it. My two stepsisters and I shared one bike and took turns riding it. Two lanes intersected our property, one leading to the old road, and the other to the new, highway 20, just north of Thermopois, Wyoming. In my dream, my stepsister Faye, wearing a bright red sweater, had taken off with the bike up the lane to the old road. As I waited for her to return, I sat on the rail of a small bridge and watched the tiny minnows in the water below. I noticed that our neighbor was weeding her garden.

"That's a good way to get killed" she commented. I followed her gaze to the new highway where a car was pulling a bike that was attatched to the car's bumper by a rope. The bike rider wore a bright red sweater.

"Wasn't Fay wearing a red sweater?" She didn't even wait for my answer but continued. "That looks like Clarence Hall's car. I'm telling your mother". With that I awoke and wondered what I might have eaten that would make me dream something so foolish.

About a week later, the stage was set. Faye, in a red sweater had taken the bike up the back lane. I sat on the bridge watching the tiny minnows beneath it. When I saw our neighbor weeding her garden, I knew. I knew what would happen next and when it did, I knew what she would say and she did, just exactly as she had in my dream.

"That's a good way to get killed". she commented. I didn't want to look- I already knew what I would see.-a car that looked like Clarence Hall's towing a bike behind it with a rope. The bike rider wore a red sweater. Our neighbor finished with "I'm telling your mother".

This time, I was wide awake. When Fay did come back, of course she denied that she had any part in it at all.

How does one account for this kind of an experience? I would be interested in the experiences of others who are similar to mine. I cannot find or conjure up a single excuse to dream such a stupid, improbable thing, never mind to have it actually materialize in reality. Any answers out there?

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