Optimus2g

One of the kinds of dreams that remain resonant with me is one when I've had glimpses as a young child (7 to 10 years old) of driving down some generic street, with my parents in our car, that didn't stand out to me while I was dreaming, or after I woke up. I would only recognize this dream and the street when we happened to be driving past it and I would suddenly start to recognize the street—even though neither I nor my parents had ever been to that particular area of town before. This happened to me often over the years and I never was able to explain it. I’d suddenly recognize a place I had never been before as if it was familiar to me, because I knew I had seen it in my dreams—I sneak preview of sorts, if you will. It still happens to me to this day, but not with the same frequency. Is it “Déjà vu, all over again,” to quote Yogi Berra, or was I just destined to be a tarot card reader?

Interestingly my interest in this sensation was reawakened when I saw the film “Suspect Zero,” starring the great Ben Kingsley, Aaron Eckhart, & Carrie-Anne Moss. The concept of “Remote Viewing” was introduced to me, in which people were specifically trained to picture in their minds where people and objects were. The assistance of Remote Viewers--as they’re known as--is sometimes enlisted by the Police when attempting to apprehend criminals who’ve disappeared off of the map and when they lack any meaningful leads on them. This wasn’t limited to the Police though; governments have actually used them, when it came to locating top secret locations in countries that they’ve never even been to. When this point was emphasized I suddenly recalled how my dreams always seemed to evoke this same sense. Oddly this wasn’t the only kind of dream that seemed “abnormal” to me.

I had dreams where I would also see glimpses of my own future. The one that stands out to me and freaks me out to this day, is the one in which I see myself waiting tables at some point in the future. I must have been 17 or 18 when this happened, and laughed at myself for even thinking about this. Strangely enough it came true and for a year and a half I worked as a part-time waiter while going to school. I could have just chalked it up to a coincidence, but it felt too eerie for me to simply do that with the knowledge that I had of the things that I saw before in the past. Was it déjà vu, Remote Viewing, or was I a fortune teller? I know this: it wasn’t a coincidence.