The flames licked up the curtains and gutted the kitchen of the home.
I looked out from the ruined kitchen, across to my own driveway, and saw a shiny new Lamborghini parked there.
I dream of cars and other modes of transport quite often – buses, trains, motorcycles as well as four-wheeled vehicles are fairly common components of my dreams.
However, I’m either driving or riding in these contraptions. I don’t see them from the outside, and I never dream of a specific make or model of vehicle. Yet the word Lamborghini was specific in this dream.
I’m glad that I keep a dream diary and write down the buggers when I awake, or by now I would be doubting my own memory. For 24 hours later, on Saturday night/Sunday morning, there was a horrific accident in which 4 people -including members of our local security force – burnt to death in their cars on a road just around the corner from where I live. One of the victims, a 22 year old man, was driving a new Lamborghini.
I’m a bit puzzled as to how the mechanism behind things like this works. It’s not, as Warren notes, as if I could have done anything about it. So what was I picking up?
Information from my slightly older self, in a short-cut across time?
The psychic screams of the victims, also echoing across 24 hours of duration?
I really don’t know.It makes me wonder about those celebrity psychics. Well, I’ve wondered about their gall for some time, but I mean in more general terms -how did they come to believe they had a gift? Did they have one or two unexplainable, hairs-up-on-the-back-of-your-neck experiences, as I, and probably a good percentage of the general population, have had, which they then extrapolated into having been touched by God?
I freely admit I have no idea what’s going on here. I think I’ll know perfectly well, eventually – when it’s no longer important for me to understand.
But for now, I’m turning it over and over in my mind.
Flames, screams, and a bright shiny new Italian car.
Pic found here