One time I had a dream where we were sitting at my grandpa's table eating dinner (we lived with him at the time), and they were discussing a movie they'd rented on Netflix. Same thing happened irl not a week later.
I had a dream about this new Littlest Pet Shop toy(it was like this stage looking play set thing) and a few months later they actually came out with it(this happened years ago)
One time I had a nightmare that I was reading a book and then I looked up and somebody was staring at me with a grin that stretched too far across his face. I wake up and I see that my clothes had been piled in such a way to recreate that same face. Scared the hell out of me.
I'll just be in a random moment, like walking down the school hallway with my friend when suddenly my brain just stops and is like, "This has happened before. Didn't you dream it or something a week ago?"
The first time this happened was in third grade. I had this dream that I was hugging a pole and looking across the street at something, but I couldn't remember what it was, just that I got distracted by this gazebo behind whatever I was supposed to be looking at. A week later, my class takes a field trip to our city's art museum. After we got finished with the tour, the teachers decided to take a picture with this giant (like, 50 ft. tall) statue of the people from the American Gothic painting. So we all pose, and a teacher goes across the street to get a better shot. As I take my place hugging the pole that was the pitchfork, I look over at the camera and get distracted by the gazebo in the park across the street.
That's the biggest thing that I can remember. Now it's mostly just saying something or writing something or holding something, but I always have that same moment of, "This happened in a dream a week ago."
DOES ANYONE ELSE FREEZE UP WHEN IT REALLY HAPPENS AND FEEL LIKE THEY CAN'T MOVE OR TALK OR DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT FROM REPEATING LIKE YOUR DREAM?!?!?!?!?!
Once when I was in third grade they announced this lotto thing and I dreamt that I would win a box that had markers, crayons, and coloured pencils later that week I won the box. I was so happy. Oh and yes that happens to me, too.
So I dream not just prophetically, but feelingly. Very, VERY rarely, in my dreams, I can feel. Like, feel the dream-wind blowing my hair or the icy dream-water chilling my skin or the terrible dream-pain as I get hurt. Anyone else?
I have done this several times but here is the question - since it is your brain that recognizes and alerts you to this memory of a dream and since your brain dreams and they do not all come true - could it just be your brain tricking you and making you feel like you have seen this before and creating a memory of an old dream? Makes me wonder.
This is one theory of how deja vu works. In brief, the brain short circuits to make something you just experienced feel like it is also a memory at the same time. This makes you feel like it has happened before, when in reality you are mistaken.
A way to test this out would be writing down your dreams. It might take a while but maybe one day this happens to you and you can go to your notebook and see if that dream actually happened.
I experience this too, but my theory is that you just dream so many random thing that one of them has to happen later eventually. For every one of these dreams that comes true, there's a few thousand that didn't, but you just don't remember them.
Mom- maybe these will be the winning lotto tickets
Me- I haven't had a dream about it yet
The first time this happened was in third grade. I had this dream that I was hugging a pole and looking across the street at something, but I couldn't remember what it was, just that I got distracted by this gazebo behind whatever I was supposed to be looking at. A week later, my class takes a field trip to our city's art museum. After we got finished with the tour, the teachers decided to take a picture with this giant (like, 50 ft. tall) statue of the people from the American Gothic painting. So we all pose, and a teacher goes across the street to get a better shot. As I take my place hugging the pole that was the pitchfork, I look over at the camera and get distracted by the gazebo in the park across the street.