deja vu

Ever had that feeling that something is awfully familiar? Like you've lived through something already or imagined it or dreamed it? Well...I have been having dreams that occur many years later since I was a child.

The first one I can remember was talking to my Grandma while my Grandpa carried furniture down the stairs. I couldn't recall the conversation though. The reason the dream stood out was because it was so un-dream-like. It was too realistic. And yet it wasn't. It wasn't because things were different. The wall color and carpet were different. And so was Grandma, but just a bit. Fast forward a few years and it happens. Just like in the dream. I mean right down to the minute details. I don't understand why I remembered even the most random details but I did. Maybe because it was a "different" dream. But this time I knew what I had been talking to my Grandma about. Any idea? Yeah, the dream, or deja vu, which she thought was strange too.

So this has happened many times since. And it's so not like a prediction. Too bad though. I only realize it's what it is after it has actually happened.

Like tonight. Just now. Which prompted me to write it down. Or type it out as the case may be. So there I was (or here, whatever) changing Cohen's diaper. Carrying the foulness into the kitchen to throw it out when it hits me. This has already happened. Yes, I change him a gazillion times a day and yes, I walk in and out of my kitchen even more than that, but I knew "this" had happened. At least in a dream.

And I know when I dreamed it, too. For once I can pinpoint the exact timing. Why do I remember it? Because at the time of the dream I didn't live here and I didn't have a baby. I had a 4 yr old and a 6yr old. Neither in diapers. (thankfully) So, I remembered this totally random dream.

And the only other dreams I usually remember are the ones where I have been less than faithful to my husband. And I know those won't come true unless Brad Pitt tires of Angelina some time soon.

So, here I am carrying this rotten-ness into a kitchen I didn't recognize. And to say I didn't recognize it is an understatement. It isn't even a finished kitchen. A wall framed in but not finished, looking into a room stripped to the studs on one side. So not even this house when we moved in.

There was the dream. Totally random. Me, in a house, not mine (at the time) cleaning up after a baby, not mine (at the time).

Oh and did I mention the cat sleeping on my table? The only familiar aspect from my previous house and this one. No, not the cat. The table. It was the same table in my dream that I actually owned. But not the cat. Nope. My cat was white. The cat in the dream was an orange tabby. At the time I thought I was dreaming of our cat from years back. But I guess not.

Now, next time I dream of numbers I will play them faithfully for a few years and see if anything pans out.

Sweet Dreams!!