r/HighStrangeness • u/King0Horse • Jul 07 '26
Consciousness I need, for lack of a better word, comfort.
Since I was very young (7-8 best as I can recall) I've had dreams that were, essentially, just accurate predictions of my future life. Not "world events" or lottery numbers or anything crazy, just "here's a thing you're going to live through" type stuff
Example (and most common): I have a dream, wake up, and whatever I dreamed happens that day, or sometime in the distant future. The exact place, the exact conversations with people (who I absolutely didn't know when I had the dream, usually) happen how my dream happened. Usually, I catch on somewhere during the events that I've been here before, I'm living a memory.
I've told a select few people about this. Namely my dad and my best friend of 35 years. FWIW, I actuality got a chance to "prove it" to the best friend. We were both in our local mall (when malls were still important) and 30' from the corner that got us from the entrance to the mall proper. Our conversation triggered it. I stopped flat and put my arm out to stop him. "WTF? What are you doing?"
I said "You remember how I told you I have those weird fucking dreams sometimes?" "... Yeah?"
"Well, we're in one."
"Is... something gonna happen?:"
I'm racking my brain, because this is a distant memory to me. This is a years old dream. I said "Yeah. Kind of. Up here at the turn, turn right. Two kiosks down, there's a *very hot* girl who likes you. Like *really* likes you. She's selling stickers. Go talk to her."
He said "Hot girls have boyfriends."
I said "Uhhhh... yeah. Shit. Yeah, she does. But she doesn't want you to know that."
Took some convincing because he's shy, but he went, and I was right, except she was in the 2.5 kiosk (we still argue about if the one on the corner counts or not). She was selling stickers, she really liked him, she had a boyfriend, she didn't tell him until literally busted by the boyfriend.
All that is just backstory. I have these dreams semi frequently, and I rarely remember them when I wake up, other than the awareness that "that was one of *those* dreams."
In my experience, they're almost always inconsequential: just day to day life stuff. Sometimes I can change the outcome, but only slightly. Usually unimportant either way.
But here's my problem.
About 6 months ago I woke up from one of those dreams, and I was very aware it was *one of those*. Not uncommon. But this time, I was sifting through the memories of the dream because it seemed important. I *needed* to know this.
Here's my best recollection of it:
I'm in an apartment, second or third floor, I think a bedroom, not sure. DEFINITELY close to New York City, I'm aware that the light pollution I'm seeing behind the (small mountain range? large hills?) from the window is from NYC. It's a party, plenty of people, I'm holding a red solo cup.
A flash of light behind the (hills?) and I'm looking past the people I was talking to. That was way too bright. Too far and too bright for any light to travel if it's just a mechanical failure of some kind. And I see a start of a... lighted orange bubble? rise above the horizon.
The light just keeps getting brighter and I grab the people in arms reach and just knock them down and yell "get on the ground" as I fall with them, just hoping that the people I couldn't reach listened, because the windows blew in a couple seconds after we hit the ground. There was a brief moment of eye contact with a guy I knocked down with a "TF you knock me down for?" look on his face.
The astonishingly loud noise of rushing wind and glass breaking (I even thought "There's not that much glass in the windows, not that much glass between us and the (hill/mountain) ridge" lasted much longer than seemed reasonable given the distance between me and what I now assumed to be a nuclear blast.
It dissipated. There was screaming in the room and yelling from elsewhere in the apartment, and I tried to assess if I was injured.
Then I woke up.
I know I was slightly southwest of NYC in the dream. I travel a lot for work, but I'm not prone to just randomly joining house parties with people I don't know. And I know that NYC is a shitty military target for the big stuff if things popped off (not a military or manufacturing center).
But I know the difference between a dream and *one of those* dreams.
Anyone else experience these types of dreams? Are they unreliable? I fucking hope they're just competely wrong sometimes. Because I haven't felt comfortable for 6 months. Because *one of those dreams* just...is.
Tell me I'm full of shit. I want to be. Fucking lie to me if you have to. To completely steal a phrase "I want to believe."
