This was in late 1983. I was 9 years old, and we lived outside of Minneapolis, MN. I had a strange dream one night – I won’t go into all of the details, but the dream featured a building made of dark red bricks, an elevator, a staircase with a landing (the wall there was also dark brick), and a school cafeteria with 2 low walls (you know, for the students to line up), again with the dark red brick. The wall that was by the staircase landing was blank, just plain dark bricks.
Later that year, we moved to Bucks County, PA.
A couple of years later, living in PA, I had the dream again. This was probably around early 1986. The dream was exactly the same in every detail (it was one of those dreams that I could NOT forget….if you know what I mean) – except for one thing: the blank wall now had a picture hanging on it, a picture of a man’s head in profile.
Later that year, we moved to Albany, GA.
In 1989, I was a freshman in high school, attending Westover Comprehensive High School. One morning, I awoke after having the dream a third time; this time, it was the same as the 2nd time, featuring the picture of the man’s head on the stairway landing wall.
While riding the bus to school, I mulled over this unusual dream. I had not experienced a dream before that remained so clearly in my mind, every detail meticulously saved in my memory. I was still musing about it when we arrived at school. I got off the bus and walked through the school, and down the main staircase to where my locker was. I was about half way across the large open area when I stopped. I turned and retraced my steps. Yes, there was the cafeteria, in dark red brick, with the 2 low walls. There was not an elevator, but a trophy case in the same dimensions stood at the foot of the stairs.
I turned to look up at the stairs. The landing, with the brick wall. A mural was painted of our high school mascot, The Patriot – a picture of a man’s head, in profile, wearing a tricorn had. It had been painted by an outgoing senior – signed, and dated, 1985.
I am now 50 years old. I remember every bit of that dream as if it were yesterday; I still recall the utter chill of recognition and understanding that came over me on that day when I realized where I was. I never had the dream again, and I never truly understood why I had such a clear pregocnitive dream. I had never heard of Albany, GA before I moved there, let alone knowing which of the 4 high schools I would attend. I have had at least 1 other precognitive dream, and that one…well, let’s just say all parts of it eventually came true. But the first one…aside from eventually being there, none of the other aspects (getting tossed out of the elevator, having to climb down a cliff, and riding a boat out of the cafeteria with 2 cloaked strangers – yeah, seriously) came to light. Maybe that was for the best?