I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt of an old friend, someone whom I haven't spoken to, or seen, in at least twelve years. It started in an amusement park, a really wacky fun one (I dream about amusement parks a lot, actually...) The next thing I remember is that I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car next to my friend. I can feel the turmoil rolling off of him. We talk, but not of anything specific, then I woke up.
I don't often have dreams about my friends, new or old. I also don't often have dreams that I remember, but when I do they tend to be of famous people. Keep in mind that I work at a movie theatre and and am surrounded by giant versions of famous faces for seven to ten hours a day, five days a week. Plus, I love movies.
From past experience, I know that if I dream of a friend, I should check with them to make sure they're okay. It might be something relatively insignificant or something monumentally huge and I check with them not so much because I might be able to help, but because they may need someone to talk to who is outside of the situation that's bothering them. The dreams rarely give me an indication of what's wrong, just that something is. And this doesn't happen all of the time. Things could be happening to any one of my friends and I won't have a dream about them. I suppose that I have dreams about them when they need me around? I don't know, man, I just do the dreaming.
When I was a kid, inbetween bouts of severe night terrors, I had dreams about the future. Insignificant stuff, too, like a certain type of calculator or a certain phrase, but what I saw in my dream came true or really happened, even a couple of years later. I have a pretty good memory, as some of my friends can attest. Those dreams, and the night terrors, stopped when I hit puberty and that might be when my dreams about friends started.
Do you know how hard it is to say to a friend, "Hey, I had a dream about you last night. You okay?" I usually get a sideways narrowed-eye look with a raised eyebrow and a guarded "Yeah...?" Which, being me, I'm kind of used to since I get that quite often, but still. There's only one person I can go to when I dream about her and when I say, "Hey. Had a dream. What's happening?" she won't be weirded out...or if she is, she doesn't tell me.
Unfortunately, this particular dream is going to have to go without resolution. Not the first time that's happened. I don't know how to contact the friend I dreamt about and even if I did, well...there are times where even I am bound by social constraints. Meaning, I wouldn't know what to say.
When is a dream just a dream? For me, I guess it's when there are celebrities, or zombies (I'm not picky), present...people I don't know, like when I dream of an amusement park.
Oh, I should probably stop and say,"No, I'm not psychic." So, no, I'm not psychic. If I were psychic, let's face it...I'd have won the lottery years ago. It's not that I don't believe in the possibility of psychic phenomena, it's that I'm too cynical to believe that a proposed psychic isn't getting some kind of help, especially in the digital age where crystals are often to be found in computers as well as a proper New Age arsenal. That's just me, I guess.