“No, there was nothing unusual in any of these dreams as dreams. They were merely displaced in Time.”
― J.W. Dunne, An Experiment with Time
I have vague memories as a young girl. I only started remembering life, clearly as it happens, when I turned 12. It was also when I started having true dreams.
The one that I remember most vividly is a vision of myself in an airport check-in counter, looking my usual Type A self, with two children in tow – one was a boy and the other was a curly –haired girl. I knew it was a boy because he was playing with a car, and the curly-haired girl was towing in turn a rag doll.
So was the truth revealed to me when I was still in my teens. I, who never wanted to have children, will have two. The first one will be a boy and the next one, a girl with curls. And that eventually, I will be working and living abroad.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I was beautifully radiant – even I was amazed at how good I looked. Everybody was complimenting me on my looks, my OB-GYNE wanted me to join a pregnant ladies beauty contest which for me was a truly, truly amusing idea. Everybody was saying that my child will be a girl because I was so pretty.
When the time came for the ultrasound, everyone was equally astounded that it was a boy. But of course, I was not. When it was my daughter’s turn, she did not disappoint – she had curls like Shirley Temple.
Dream done and dusted.
From experience, the truest dreams and premonitions come in the wee hours of the morning, that time before dawn, just before waking.
Dream and remember.
*I aspire to be justice and mercy combined.
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