I guess what I am trying to say is that I have had numerous precognative dreams. I have had advanced warning as to when my sons would begin their teenage rebellion stage. Not my daughters, for some reason, and they gave me heck, too.
I was given a precognative dream regarding a very elderly lady who I'd soon be taking care of, and what the outcome would be. The rainbow sheets she had at her house, and a very big black dresser. This dream showed details of things that were unmistakable, and, as usual, there was that overwhelming feeling of Dejavue when we finally met some 6 months later. T_T
I was dreaming that my dad was giving a tatoo. I was awakened to my neighbor tossing pebbles at my window. He asked me to draw a picture of something on his arm so that he could get it tattooed.
I have seen crime in a dream, and there were 3 men involved. Two black men, of average height and build, and a very tall white man with shoulder length, dark wavy hair. This was in the early 80s. The white man was guarding the warehouse while the other two were out in that car doing something. The 2 black men of average height and build drove a maroon camaro. These 3 men had a naked woman bound to a wooden support beam inside an abandoned warehouse. I found her and told her that I would get help.
It wasn't long after that. I was sitting in a restaraunt called the Purple Cow. I swear by everything that is good, I saw that maroon camaro pull up at the restaraunt and two of those men came inside, and when they did, that Dionne Warwick song "Dejavue" came on the radio. I am not kidding. Talk about eerie! That was my sign. I slunk down in my seat. I was afraid for those men to see me. I just paid my ticket and left. What was I going to do, tell the police I dreamed about these guys, so they needed to arrest them because they have or had a naked lady tied to a beam in a warehouse? There is much more, but this is all, for now.
I am hoping that those men will read this and that they will know. I know what you did. There is no doubt in my mind. I know what you did. I know what you did. I know what you did. Do you ever remember going into the Purple Steer and Hearing Dionne Warwick Dejavue playing on the radio? I know what you did!
Tell me what you think.