WoOOOooooOOOOo
When I was young, about 7 or 8 years old, I had a recurring nightmare about being in the car with my mum and her driving off a bridge into a river. Now, I knew this bridge and where it was, I knew the water in the river wasn't even deep enough to cover the car and yet despite this I kept having this dream. One day my mum got so fed up with me telling her about it for the tenth time that she drove me to the bridge to have a look and show me that the water wouldn't harm us and she wasn't going to drive over the edge. It was fine, we parked up with my little sisters and walked to where I said we'd ended up in the dream (in some weeds by the edge of the bank) and what should we find but a briefcase. Obviously my mum, being nosey, thought she'd have a look inside and there was money and passports and all kinds of stuff in there. We took it to the police and they asked how we'd happened upon the case. Listening to my mum trying to convince the police she was not mad for following up her childs "psychic vision" was hilarious and well worth the nightmares.
I also once had a recurring nightmare about a giant rabbit, the size of our house, covered in Salvador Dali clocks. That one never happened though. Shame.
(tillyecl Tilly, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:35, Reply)