My mother was dying in the hospital, and nobody knew why exactly. I dreamed of a little girl in South Africa dressed in a white nylon sheath dress with ugly red/brown flowers. In the dream were 47 people who spoke Afrikkaner; the little girl only spoke English, and they beat her up badly. In the hospital, my mother tells me she's allergic to Novocain and had to have a root canal. I go back to her house and line up all the medications. I open each jar. Eighteen bottles later, I come to one with red-and-brown capsules. I call the pharmacy for the prescribing circular. They won't fax it. I go to the doctor, get a note, go to the pharmacy, and get the prescribing information. Not only is it Liocaine-based and thus antagonistic to my mother's system, but it was N-tested on 47 people, and it was made in South Africa. I checked my mother out of the hospital, put her on an herbal detox regimen and she was fine in a week, but the drug blinded her. Try to take that into the New Jersey court of law!

Gwynne Spencer, Albuquerque, N.M.

Nineteen years ago, my mother and I both dreamed the same night that I was pregnant. I only had one child then and she was nine years old at that time. Well, today I have a 18-year-old son and a 28-year-old daughter. This dream happened when I could have only been a few days pregnant and hadn't even had ANY evidence that I could be and surely was not expecting to be.

I can't tell you how many times something has been repeated to me. For example, last summer I was day dreaming about my dream home: a log house in the woods with a creek, etc. In my daydream I decided to add a gate you had to go through to enter the property. The gate would say "Evergreen" on it, for it would be a place in evergreen trees. Within 2-3 days it started happening. I was talking to a co-worker when he said, "You should see Evergreen, Colorado, it's gorgeous.” Then when I got home, there was an email from my cousin telling me her son was going to Evergreen College. Every time I turned around for days, I’ve seen the word "evergreen" written in a news report, or something. I had hoped it meant my dream would come true, but that was almost a year ago, and still no log house or no money to buy one  :o)

I can keep dreaming, can't I?

CP, Weatherford, Texas USA

One day at a yard sale I bought an old clock. Iit was not working , but I wanted to use it in an art piece I was working on. I often break down old stuff and incorporate the cogs and gears into my work. All sorts of found objects and what most people would call junk. When I got home I realized that the clock was exactly like the one on the mantle of my best friend’s house when we were children. I used to love to watch the little balls spinning back and forth. And to this day I have a fascination with old clocks.

My childhood friend had moved away to England many years ago and we wrote for a long time, and then lost touch with each other. I often wondered if she had married into the Royal family. Ha! The night I bought the clock, I had a dream about her. We as children were in her little playhouse, which we used to call the Art Club. I was drawing pictures with little tubes of lipstick and she was hanging them on the wall. There were a bunch of kids outside waiting to get in to see "my work" and she was telling them to wait, it wasn't "time" to come in yet.

The next day I was still thinking about the dream and on a whim I typed her name into a Google search. I got a couple of hits, very obscure. She has an unusual last name, and I figured after all these years, was probably married etc. I did find one Carrie **** listed so I sent a short email asking if she was by chance the same girl I knew as a child. The next day I was out walking in my neighborhood and saw that someone had thrown out an old typewriter. Remember, junk is my treasure, so I took it home imagining how great those old keys would look in a new art piece. When I got home, my husband was watching a biography on Stephen King. They showed a scene from Misery and James Caan was typing something on the EXACT same typewriter, an old Royal.  My husband and I laughed out loud, it was so strange and sitting right there on my living room floor. I went to check my email and I was shocked. I had found her, and she was thrilled!! As I was reading her email, the television was showing a scene from the movie, you guessed it ...Carrie! To my amazement I found out that she was living in New York City and worked in an art gallery in Manhattan.

I don't know what it all means, but I know I'm on my way to greater things. Maybe Stephen King should write a book about synchronicity. And if your reading this, Stephen, you know you’re on the right track.

D.T., Canada

S.H., British Columbia
 

Iain, U.K.
 

linsybyster@yahoo.com

I had a dream I was married to Steve McQueen, the actor (deceased). It was a really nice dream. He was a nice guy. I was happy. I woke up and couldn't get this out of my mind, all day. While I like the movies I had seen of his, he hadn't been on my mind in years. I had never had a "crush" on him. Later in the day I got on the net and found out that his birthday was that same day. He would have been 70. It gave me goose bumps. I was more obsessed than ever. Later that day I was driving to my sister’s and a new building I had never seen was on her block -- "McQueen's." When I got to my sister’s, she was addressing an envelope and asked me to put it in her mailbox (her baby was in her arms). I looked at the envelope it was to Lisa MCQUEEN. I never figured what all this meant. I think it was just to get me to research coincidence, synchronicity and a deeper spiritual awareness.

laurens@btc-bci.com

Synchronicities definitely gather around when I have a love-interest! Currently, I am hung-up on a shy French girl with whom I worked at a seasonal job over 3 years, and I have experienced a number of odd occurrences regarding her. One of the more intriguing events occurred on Oct. 20th, 2001 at about 4:57am (AST): I'd just awoken from a vivid dream in which this girl was (finally) realizing that I do indeed have feelings for her - as she listened to songs on the radio. (We're both music lovers, and had a habit of singing quietly - often to and about each other - while listening to the radio at work.)

In any case, in this dream she was glad to know that I did care for her (she's not the most confident gal in the world), by  noting that those 3 songs represented how I felt for her. I then awoke, feeling very 'off' and fuzzy, as I often do with synchronistic experiences. The last song in the dream had been one which I attach to this girl in a very personal way, but it was a newer song - one I hadn't heard while working with her (I no longer have that job, and haven't  seen the girl since). Still feeling dazed, I had a crazy idea: See if that song is playing NOW on the radio! (I don't know - maybe I was looking for even MORE confirmation that she'd really gotten the message!) So, I reached over to the radio and turned it on... At that instant, that very song was just beginning! I almost fell over, but instead started laughing nervously ("Forget about going back to sleep, Kiddo!"). Unfortunately, this girl and I have little in common - besides terminal shyness and loving music - so it is unlikely that either of us will have a relationship. However, I'd like to think that she at least is aware that I care for her, even if nothing comes of it. (Awwwwww....!)

H. Cluney

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