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Dreams That Predict The Future

mr_nic said:
Had one of those disturbing ones last night that sticks with you long after. A small / localised explosion (looked like a small mushroom type cloud - possibly nuclear or dirty bomb?) in a town / city - location name began with San (as in San Bernadino etc), felt like it could be California but not clear. Definitely sunny and close to the ocean.
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Big earthquake in central Italy. Collapsing buildings could seem like explosions. Close to the Adriatic...

Two strong earthquakes have hit central Italy.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-37785211
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-37782320

The second link has a photo of a church of San Sebastiano surrounded by wrecked houses.

"In Campo, near Norcia in the Umbria region, the late 15th century San Salvatore church collapsed. It had been weakened by the earthquake in August."
 
Interesting... However as this happened at 17.10pm GMT yesterday I wonder if I overheard the name on the radio and it's somehow worked it's way into my dream. AFAIK I didn't see any news last night or this morning as I was out at a meeting for 7am.
 
mr_nic said:
Interesting... However as this happened at 17.10pm GMT yesterday I wonder if I overheard the name on the radio and it's somehow worked it's way into my dream. AFAIK I didn't see any news last night or this morning as I was out at a meeting for 7am.
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From the first Beeb link:
A 5.5-magnitude quake struck at 19:10 local time (17:10 GMT) near Visso in Macerata province, officials said.
It was followed two hours later by a 6.1 magnitude tremor in the same area.

So as you say, you may have heard a radio report...
 
I've had several dreams this year set in a post apocalyptic wasteland. I think it's just because I enjoy that subgenre of sci-fi.

In one, a 9 ft tall robot Robin Williams drove a transit van carrying messages between isolated settlements of survivors. Far from appreciating his efforts, everyone just yelled abuse at him.

Then someone tried to steal my precious Mattessons sausage and I punched them in the face.
 
mr_nic said:
....in a town / city - location name began with San (as in San Bernadino etc), felt like it could be California but not clear. Definitely sunny and close to the ocean.
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Slightly spooky that a tanker called San Bernadino is anchored in Mounts Bay, where she has been for several days! :p
 
blessmycottonsocks said:
Incredibly vivid dream two nights' ago, much of which I can still recall in great detail. I was on the 2nd storey of a multi-floor car-park, somewhere hot. I got the feeling it was continental Europe. The car-park was in the vicinity of some archaeological ruins - I can recall remnants of an old city wall and terracotta coloured roof tiles. Suddenly, there was a roaring noise. Some people almost ran into me and I yelled at them "Earthquake! Get out of here. Get into the street."
People were running down the exit ramp, which suddenly slewed and then collapsed to the right. I saw people in front of me get crushed. Don't know if the dream me got out, because I woke up at that point, with my heart hammering.

I'm obviously aware there was a significant earthquake in Italy only a few weeks ago, but this dream didn't seem to resonate with that. The fact that I spoke English in the dream suggests it could have been somewhere with a large ex-pat community.

So, if you see a news report of a major earthquake, with a collapsed multi-storey car-park near some historic site, with some ex-pat British casualties, then remember you read it here first!
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See Rynner's post above re. new earthquake in Italy ?
 
Well, it seems that Italy is shaking like a Polaroid at this moment.
Would the sheer frequency of an event trigger a peak on the senses of sensitive people?
 
Woke up this morning with fragments of a disturbing dream still lingering.

A football match in a huge but older-style stadium. I had the feeling one of the teams was England, with the other team wearing dark shirts - grey or dark blue.
Some crowd trouble started and riot police were called, initially just to contain the violent crowd. The match continues for a while, but then a fire starts somewhere high in the stand, amongst the fighting hooligans, caused by a firework or flare. Lots of people are trapped or trampled when trying to escape.
I woke up at this point.
Hope it was just a meaningless if particularly vivid dream and not a premonition of what might happen at the World Cup in Russia.
 
Well I sincerely hope that this turns out to be a dud too. The Russians have already suffered one recent fire based tragedy - a blaze at a shopping mall in Kemorovo just last month - and don't need any more of that. Moreover if, as your dream seems to imply, the incident were to be the result of deliberate arson then the strain on already strained relations between Russia and -presumably the West in some shape or form -would become yet more hopeless.

There are times when you don't want Fortean phenomena to be confirmed!

All the indications at this end (Moscow) are that the matches are going to be peaceful and sporting events - and the Russian sportsd fans and tourist industry are waiting with open arms.(As a complete non-sport/ non-football fan I don't know what i'm going to do with myself!- but that's by the by).
 
I very rarely remember my dreams, but I was awoken by my wife stirring at about 0500 today with the following in my mind:

I was the invisible observer of a scene. A railway track with an oncoming train on it stretched off into the distance. Human figures were lying on the tracks, some lengthwise, some at right angles to the tracks. I seem to remember that they were naked or lightly clothed. I believe that there were woods on the far side of the tracks.

In the foreground, a burly white police officer was trying to persuade a civilian to help him to rescue the people from the onrushing train. His uniform, and the look of the train, suggested the USA to me.

The train killed or maimed two or three people before the officer could enlist the man's help. They then tried to drag one potential victim from the track, but the loco struck the supine man before they could accomplish the rescue. My last view was of the engine dragging the three people down the track away from me, leaving a wide streak of blood behind it.

I'm not interested in trains, and I don't recall any specific recent stimulus that might have put such a scene into my head.

maximus otter
 
Interesting. somewhere on another thread is an account of a dream I had ages ago concerning a possible terrorist outrage in a town in the north of England, which I tentatively identified as Halifax, Yorkshire... I'll see if I can find it and either link to it or repost here.
 
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Found it: posted on May 31st 2015 in "Strange dreams". (http://forum.forteantimes.com/index.php?threads/strange-dreams.40654/page-2#post-1511318) If any passing moderators will excuse the duplication, it reads :-

Here's an interesting one. Firstly, i'm using a borrowed laptop nad realising how much I hate a `computer that doesn't have a mouse and whose functions I'm havin g to work out as I go along. So there will be errors and it will be slow.

For obvious reasons I'm hoping this is not a prophetic or a predictive dream. But just to exorcise it.

dreamt on the night of Thurs 28th - Fri 29th May.

I was in a street which looked vaguely faimiliar and felt comfortably like home, ie somewhere in the N or NW of England. Old Victorian buildings in a town or city centre, walking with a friend. It felt like the commerical or local gov't hub of the town, a bank or town hall feel to it, reminiscent of streets and roads around Albert Square or Manchester Town Hall. (Although a little voice was suggesting "Yorkshire", for some reason. ) the weather had an oppressive "just about to rain" feel to it - summer storm - and the sky was afternoon-dark.

At an intersection of two`streets, a sort of crossroads, we looked over to the right and saw three men dressed in black, Youngish, twenties or thirties. All were dark-haired and bearded and wore headscarves or bandanas in a colour that was predominently red. These were loosely knotted at the back and appeared to have text or writing on. The men had a middle eastern appearance and all were carrying knives `or large swords. One was carrying his overhead asa if poised to cut. The friend with me in the dream got alarmed and said he was going to get out of this, and vanished.

This left me on my own. I looked over to my left and saw a second group of three men, similarly armed and dressed. They looked as if they were waiting for a`signal, as if they were about to break in to a building through a door. Both groups were aware of each other and looked as if they were performing a co-ordinated action. I was aware of being on further than thirty-five yards from either group and knew I'd better get out too.Especially - last memory - when they relaised I was watching! But a growing awareness was there that I should memorise as much of the scene as possible "for later" and tell people, as this `wasn't just a dream.

So - here it is.

I have to say I'm not paranoid about Islam or Islamically-related violence. know no religion can be judged by a small minority of extremist nutjobs (or American Christianity would be damned too). I know it could happen, and while I'm 200 miles `away from the most likely place - London - it could be any British town or city. I don't stress about this and go about life `as normal. It's possible, even probable, there'll be another attack in Britain, but a thousand other horrible things are more possible and I don't stress about those either.

So... why this dream, and why now, indicating a possible act of terrorism, in the north of England, soon...
 
TheInspector said:
I posted this on the other thread, but I'll re-post it here:

For fun, I'd like to share two supposedly prophetic dreams two other friends/co-workers have shared with me. We'll see if they turn out to be true.

The Algebra teacher's son had a dream about President Trump (it's scary enough already) giving a speech complaining that he couldn't accomplish any of his promises, because congress wouldn't let him (if we are unfortunate enough to have a President Trump, let's hope this part is at least).

The long term sub has told us that he had a dream about him and group of men looking down the mesa, observing military men training in formation. For what it's worth, he believes the dream is already beginning to come true, because while he didn't recognize any of the men with him at the time, he says he recognized me as one when we met.
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We have a winner.

Posted in 2016 before Trump was elected...and he keeps getting hamstrung by Congress.

If you can have another dream in which the wig wearing, small handed goon gets impeached and jailed the world would be truly grateful.
 
I'm not sure if this topic is where this fits but I will give it ago.

A number of years back when my brother was 12 or 13 years old, he woke from a dream somewhat upset. The reason for his distress was that he had dreamt mum had passed away and the funeral was taking place. At this time mum would have been about 39 years in real life. In the dream, my brother noticed that dad was missing from the scene playing out before him. It was this specific point for some unknown reason that, on waking troubled him the most. Time passed and although the effects of the dream like most others, didn't especially play on his mind he never forgot it. Fast forwards 6 or so years when totally out of the blue and still very young, dad died. No warning, no expectation, no nothing. He had just completed a 12 hour shift at work, appeared fit, well and full of life, yet within an hour of getting in from work was in a coma. Twelve hours later he was dead. Mum continued to live until she was 63, when again totally unexpected, she collapsed and was dead within moments. Was my brother's dream all those years earlier a premonition or was it just a coincidence?

When my nan ( grandmother) died, my late mum moved back into what was her parents home so she could take care of her father. On the night he died, I woke from a dream were my mum was moving the gas fire from my grandparents house and was trying to fit it into what was my parents/family home with no success. I remember waking Mr B up and saying that I thought Granddad has passed on as I couldnt think why my mum would be taking bits of his house apart for any other reason than that. This was around 3 am or just after. At 7am the phone rang and it was my mum telling me that granddad had in fact died during the night, the time he died was 3.25 am.

Another weird dream ( I have many weird dreams) I had relates to another family member and her death. In real life she had been to see her gp as she felt out of sorts but couldnt put her finger on why. The GP ordered blood tests and had called her back to discuss the results. Due to something showing in the blood results, she had to go immediately to hospital and have further tests which showed lots of fluid in her abdomen. She was admitted the same day although the consultant assured us it was just as a precaution and they wanted to drain some of the fluid off, but she would be back home in a day or two. A couple of nights later I woke up suddenly, dreaming that I had seen her laid out in bed in a completely different hospital. She was in a small room with just one medium sized window and although initially the sun shone in through the window, very suddenly the sky outside showed it was nighttime. To look at her she was very thin and drawn, her skin very sunken. Around a week later, and while she was still in her original hospital, Mr B and I were called in to see the consultant treating her. we were told that they had found a 'secondary' cancer. This came as a massive surprise as no one including her, knew she had got any cancer at all. In fact, she had been living it up big time on holiday only 6 weeks before being admitted into hospital and other than the fluid and general feeling that something was 'off' she felt amazingly well. The consultant said that all would be fine and that she was 'curable'. To cut along story short, she died 10 months later, in a small room with a medium window in the middle of summer at 11o'clock at night, looking very thin and drawn and in a completely different hospital to the one she was diagnosed in.
 
bloop said:
Was my brother's dream all those years earlier a premonition or was it just a coincidence?
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My grandparents had a child who died of cancer in the 1930s. Some children are born with it, very sadly. Little Joyce was nearly 5 when she succumbed.

Back then death wasn't discussed around children so even while Joyce was in the hospital and it was obvious that she was dying, she was encouraged to look forward to going home.

One day though she turned to her mother and said 'I'm not coming home with you. I dreamed that I'm going to be an angel. Dad will come to me first and then you, but not for a long, long time, and we'll all be angels together.'

'Gone to be an angel' was my grandparents' euphemism, when they absolutely HAD to tell a child someone had died. 'Death' was not mentioned.

So little Joyce foresaw her own death - probably not difficult on a ward with other children who'd suddenly disappear in the night - and knew too that her parents would die, and in which order, and that they'd be old. She was entirely right as she was dead soon afterwards, and her father lived to his 70s and her mother to her 80s.

This story was often retold when my grandmother was alive. We buried my grandparents with Joyce and they are all together, as she said they would be.
 
escargot said:
My grandparents had a child who died of cancer in the 1930s. Some children are born with it, very sadly. Little Joyce was nearly 5 when she succumbed.

Back then death wasn't discussed around children so even while Joyce was in the hospital and it was obvious that she was dying, she was encouraged to look forward to going home.

One day though she turned to her mother and said 'I'm not coming home with you. I dreamed that I'm going to be an angel. Dad will come to me first and then you, but not for a long, long time, and we'll all be angels together.'

'Gone to be an angel' was my grandparents' euphemism, when they absolutely HAD to tell a child someone had died. 'Death' was not mentioned.

So little Joyce foresaw her own death - probably not difficult on a ward with other children who'd suddenly disappear in the night - and knew too that her parents would die, and in which order, and that they'd be old. She was entirely right as she was dead soon afterwards, and her father lived to his 70s and her mother to her 80s.

This story was often retold when my grandmother was alive. We buried my grandparents with Joyce and they are all together, as she said they would be.
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I've just tried to find a picture for you of two of my ancestors on my Dad's side of the family, I've got a ton of amazing pictures going back to not long after 1860 (on disc and somewhere on my computer) .. anyway .. this couple were old, married and still very much in love (as my Grandma tells it) .. She was struck down and in bed with a life threatening condition and not long after, so was her husband. Our family kept this news from her because she was also dying, and eventually did, in another room in the house. After he'd died and without her knowing but on the same day, she said "I'm coming now George" .. just before she croaked ..

(I'm going to have another go at finding that pic of them now)
 
escargot said:
My grandparents had a child who died of cancer in the 1930s. Some children are born with it, very sadly. Little Joyce was nearly 5 when she succumbed.

Back then death wasn't discussed around children so even while Joyce was in the hospital and it was obvious that she was dying, she was encouraged to look forward to going home.

One day though she turned to her mother and said 'I'm not coming home with you. I dreamed that I'm going to be an angel. Dad will come to me first and then you, but not for a long, long time, and we'll all be angels together.'

'Gone to be an angel' was my grandparents' euphemism, when they absolutely HAD to tell a child someone had died. 'Death' was not mentioned.

So little Joyce foresaw her own death - probably not difficult on a ward with other children who'd suddenly disappear in the night - and knew too that her parents would die, and in which order, and that they'd be old. She was entirely right as she was dead soon afterwards, and her father lived to his 70s and her mother to her 80s.

This story was often retold when my grandmother was alive. We buried my grandparents with Joyce and they are all together, as she said they would be.
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Swifty said:
I've just tried to find a picture for you of two of my ancestors on my Dad's side of the family, I've got a ton of amazing pictures going back to not long after 1860 (on disc and somewhere on my computer) .. anyway .. this couple were old, married and still very much in love (as my Grandma tells it) .. She was struck down and in bed with a life threatening condition and not long after, so was her husband. Our family kept this news from her because she was also dying, and eventually did, in another room in the house. After he'd died and without her knowing but on the same day, she said "I'm coming now George" .. just before she croaked ..

(I'm going to have another go at finding that pic of them now)
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It is stories like these and most others on these boards that along with my own experiences keep me wanting more. :)
 
bloop said:
It is stories like these and most others on these boards that along with my own experiences keep me wanting more. :)
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This board is the place for YOU! :welc:
 
Also, a year or so ago a poster on another board described how her daughter had been nearly run over at work. The gist was that a driver was impatiently trying to squeeze past her on a filling station forecourt and caught her legs from behind.

Across the Pond, around that time I was asleep and dreaming of being a passenger in a car with an impatient driver who went up behind a young woman working in a field. She was walking backwards carrying a bucket, feeding animals or something, and he nudged the backs of her knees. I was horrified! but he said 'She should get out of the way!'
 
I've told this story on here before, but I once had a dream that i was locked in a freezer, i could feel my life slipping away from the cold and i couldnt do anything to stop it. The next day I discovered I'd had a miscarriage. I've always felt that that was my mind trying to prepare me, some what, for the future.
 
escargot said:
This board is the place for YOU! :welc:
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:D Thank you. The more odd/weird the happening the more I enjoy reading it! There are loads more stories to tell, (including a tumble dryer with no motor and a telephone that was not connected to a service provider) some just snippets ( the arm in a red checked shirt that disappears around the bottom of the stairs), others more interesting but each one I report here will all be true - cant see the point of making stuff up just to make it seem more interesting.

Very interesting that story escargot, especially as there was a similar happening over the waters at the same time - it is funny how distance means nothing when you move out of this 'here and now' :cooll:
 
Cherrybomb said:
I've told this story on here before, but I once had a dream that i was locked in a freezer, i could feel my life slipping away from the cold and i couldnt do anything to stop it. The next day I discovered I'd had a miscarriage. I've always felt that that was my mind trying to prepare me, some what, for the future.
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So sad to read that Cherrybomb, condolences to you. I like to believe that our intuition/gut instinct/ inner selves tell us things to prepare us for some of the bad or sad things in life. My late dad and I had this thing were I would buy the newspaper monday to friday and he would buy them saturday and sunday. On the friday before he died, I woke thinking there was no point buying a paper as he wouldnt read it - I had absolutely no reason as to why I would think that as he always read the paper in the evening following his evening meal. I didn't get a paper that day and within the hour of him coming in from work he was in a coma......he wouldn't have got to read the paper even if I had purchased one.
 
In January 1986, two weeks before the Challenger space shuttle disaster: I vividly dreamt of the occurrence and recorded it in a dream diary that I was keeping at the time. Then, when the tragic moment actually happened and was reported on TV, I hardly batted an eyelid. I just thought something to myself at the time like: oh, that’s the thing I dreamed about the other night, as if it was somehow not at all extraordinary.

I did mention it to my family that I’d dreamt about it beforehand, but didn’t get excited about it at all. - I don’t know why, because it was just the sort of thing I was keeping the dream diary for. As far as I can remember, I never had a similar foretelling dream prior to that one, and I’m pretty sure I’ve not had anything on the same lines since.

It actually took me several months to fully assimilate the experience and consider the implications that a dream really did show me an event that hadn’t happened yet. The dream itself was very strange, (but dreams rarely aren’t anything but that, I know). I don’t need to convince anyone that this happened- I know it did and I’m sure that my memory of the events didn’t distort them. I can also transcribe my words from the diary entry here, if anyone’s interested. But I found my self asking: this dreaming of an event in the future happened, but what use could it be? I mean: though the dream did tell me that it was the space shuttle that I was seeing, I barely understood it, and didn’t wake in the morning thinking I had to do something about it. I couldn’t have prevented the shuttle explosion and the affair had absolutely no relevance to me that I can see. I wasn’t even slightly interested in space flight, shuttles, or NASA, etc.
 
Polidori said:
In January 1986, two weeks before the Challenger space shuttle disaster: I vividly dreamt of the occurrence and recorded it in a dream diary that I was keeping at the time. Then, when the tragic moment actually happened and was reported on TV, I hardly batted an eyelid. I just thought something to myself at the time like: oh, that’s the thing I dreamed about the other night, as if it was somehow not at all extraordinary.

I did mention it to my family that I’d dreamt about it beforehand, but didn’t get excited about it at all. - I don’t know why, because it was just the sort of thing I was keeping the dream diary for. As far as I can remember, I never had a similar foretelling dream prior to that one, and I’m pretty sure I’ve not had anything on the same lines since.

It actually took me several months to fully assimilate the experience and consider the implications that a dream really did show me an event that hadn’t happened yet. The dream itself was very strange, (but dreams rarely aren’t anything but that, I know). I don’t need to convince anyone that this happened- I know it did and I’m sure that my memory of the events didn’t distort them. I can also transcribe my words from the diary entry here, if anyone’s interested. But I found my self asking: this dreaming of an event in the future happened, but what use could it be? I mean: though the dream did tell me that it was the space shuttle that I was seeing, I barely understood it, and didn’t wake in the morning thinking I had to do something about it. I couldn’t have prevented the shuttle explosion and the affair had absolutely no relevance to me that I can see. I wasn’t even slightly interested in space flight, shuttles, or NASA, etc.
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That's amazing. I bet you're interested now!

The Shuttle disaster was foreseen by people who worked on it, and who begged NASA to delay the launch because of a materials problem. (Seals called D-rings became brittle in cold weather, allowing dangerous leakage. The launch was scheduled for a frosty morning.)

So no, you couldn't have done a thing, but people who could wouldn't because they didn't want to look inefficient. They gambled with the crew's lives.
 
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