I have always had very vivid dreams. I usually remember them, though sometimes it comes back to me in a rush during an odd moment of my day. Over the years I've classified my dreams into three general categories. There are the regular, run-of-the-mill dreams. Where I can fly or I'm stuck in high school and can't remember my locker combination. Then there are my 'movie' dreams where I have very long, complex dreams that would make great movies/books. And then there are the *other* dreams that I know mean something, though I'm not always sure what.
Most of these *other* are kinda prophetic - but not in any important way. I will wake up and remember a series of completely random elements like banana, proposal, and airplanes. Several weeks later, I'll be sitting at my desk at work looking up flight times for a trip and my boss will stop by eating a banana and asking me for a status on a proposal. I'll be hit by an eerie sense of deja vu (and a bit of a relief for figuring out how those odd combination of items fit together).
Sometimes, though, these other dreams are really strange.
Not long after my dad passed away, I dreamt about him. He was trying to tell me something. When I woke up, I remembered dreaming about him but didn't remember the message. The next night, I had the dream again. I still didn't remember the message when I woke up, but I had this urge to call mom and let her know. There was a two hour time difference between us and she tended to sleep in, so by the time I knew she was up, I was busy doing other things.
Then I had the same dream a third night in a row. Mom was sitting in her chair in her living room and Dad was standing behind her chair, but she couldn't see him. He told me to let her know he was with her and he liked the music. When I woke up the urge to call Mom was overpowering, so I didn't wait, I picked up the phone and called her. I told her about the dream and she started to cry. She'd been feeling low because she had hoped she'd receive some sign from him but she hadn't.
Oh, and the music he liked? She'd bought the CD soundtrack to Titanic and had been listening to the theme song. (On a side note, the Titanic sunk on April 15th...which was their wedding anniversary.)
Mom did eventually 'hear' from my dad. She had this stuffed cow that would moo and then shake/laugh like crazy (it had 'mad cow disease'). Dad had always thought it was funny. A few months after my dream, this stupid cow would start to moo out of the blue. It got so bad, she took the batteries out of it--but it would still moo!
Couple more weird dreams tomorrow!