I'm wondering at what point a daydream, waking dream, or even nocturnal dream becomes a premonition?
I only ask because I had a waking dream on the way over to a friend's house for dinner. It was the dream in which, through some quirk beyond my control, I lose my legs. The method always seems to differ, but the result is the same. I'm left unable to use my legs.
In this one the loss was due to an elective surgery to try to correct the arthritis in my neck (in the C5, C6, and C7 area of my spine). Something gets nicked, leaving me paralyzed from the waist down.
I don't know if it could happen or not. It's as likely as getting them crushed in a parking lot traffic accident I suppose (this was the frequent cause in dreams past).
One thing was different this time. This time it was more like a thought, or a memory. And in the memories, I handled it quite well. I looked rather well-adjusted.
It gets me thinking...I'm past thinking these are dreams. The one today actually felt like a memory. That's how my mind played it out. Which has me thinking that the Todds in the parallel universes have gone through this already. Does that mean that that one particular aspect of this lifetime is common to the Todds in all the universes (and know that when I say that, I don't mean every Todd. I mean every manifestation of me in as many universes as there are, living along parallel timelines).
Definitely something to think about. I'll have to remember to dig out this post to fall back on if that particular circumstance is in my backpack for this lifetime in this universe.
Time will tell.
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