Strange Dreams and Other Stuff

Ugh, it's been a long week already and it's only Monday. I guess I'm kinda pissed because it's the 8th inning and the O's have just lost a 3-run lead to the Yankees, and have lost 5 in a row (looking like 6, but anything's possible).

Well, that's not all of it. I've been having really troubling dreams lately. I don't want to go into specifics, but in them, everything in my life and the lives of a few of my close friends seems to go wrong. Here's the thing: I never remember dreams. As a kid, I always dreamt, remembering them vividly. They were mostly nightmares. Go figure. Then, within the last few years, probably since the last year or two of high school, I almost stopped dreaming altogether. That's when the persistent deja vu started. And I don't mean just weird feelings of "Whoa, this seems familiar," but I actually physically, consciously feel like I've been there before, done that before, and then sometimes, I can anticipate the next few seconds of what's going to happen...what the person is going to say next if I'm having a conversation, what the next song on the radio is going to be, you get the idea. It's not all the time, only when the feeling is especially strong.

At this point, you probably think that I'm off my nut. Well, I would have agreed with you until a fairly recent conversation with my grandmother (my dad's mother). She has (no shit) predicted the death of each of her siblings and her husband. She has dreams a day or two before they die, regardless of their condition (relatively healthy or sick). This amazed me. I talked to my dad about it, and he said, "Yep, she can do a lot of things that you don't know about and most people wouldn't believe." I didn't exactly know what that meant, but I sensed that there was some weird shit going on in my family behind the scenes that I didn't know about.

OK, so back to my dreams. I remember dreaming about becoming valedictorian. Not during senior year when it was almost imminent (and on my mind), but during sophomore year. I got everything right except the setting. In my dream, we were outside in the football stadium, not in the gym where we actually graduated due to the threat of rain. (But hey, the weatherman can't even get it right the day before, so what do you expect?)

Now, I'm not claiming to be psychic, but I think there is some merit to my dreams, when I have them. And I remember them. That's significant. So, I know that I'll leave you all hanging as to what my dreams are about, but I'm not going to talk about them. I'm not going to let anything freak anyone out. If they come true, well, then that's another story. I'll talk about 'em if they happen. No one's in any danger, so don't freak out at that either. I don't predict deaths, I'll leave that to my grandmother.

Enough.

Damn, the O's are down 6-4 in the 9th. Not looking good...