to include such skills as predicting the future by the médium of dream. FACT.
My Ikea +1 misplaced her scarf, the night we went out innocently for a burger and ended up clubbing in our jumpers. I dreamt, very clearly, that she recovered the scarf and she actually did, in the very last place that she contacted. Which was a good thing, because it was a gift from her BF from his recent trip to Thailand. So the scarf was well-travelled and cherished and he was just a little miffed. What are the chances? (of finding the scarf). Chances of miffed BF – high.
It’s not the first time this has happened to me, so when I say evolved, maybe more accurately, has lain dormant until the recent brain magic kicked in to re-awaken the gift of foresight.
When I was in my early twenties, I used to work with the man who would become my husband/ex-husband, in popular high-street fashion chain, Next. Nothing interesting there. Apart from it was full of bitches. And the man who would become my husband/ex-husband.
After I left that job, about six or seven months later, I had a very vivid dream of driving as a passenger, down the wide avenue in my home town in Wales, with the man who would become my husband/ex-husband, in his Renault 5 Gordini Turbo (So flash. So nineties). On the radio, in my dream, was a song I didn’t understand, “I Want to be a Dawd“, and in my dream I asked the man what a ‘dawd’ was. End of dream. I thought it so strange that I would dream about him and his super flashy nineties car and a song with an undecipherable title, that I told my cousin Lady F, about it.
Roughly a year later, I found myself driving as a passenger, down the wide avenue in my home town in Wales, with the man who would become my husband/ex-husband, in his Renault 5 Gordini Turbo (So flash. So nineties). On the radio, was a song I didn’t understand, “I Want to be a Dawd“, and I asked the man what a ‘dawd’ was. At that moment, the recollection of my dream hit me square in the head like a sledgehammer so hard, that I actually felt dizzy. The song was, ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ by the Stone Roses. ACTUALLY happened.
Sadly any physical evidence of the gift of foresight was lost when my cousin, during a very excited phone call from me after the event, said she had absolutely no recollection of the conversation.
But, I can assure you that, I possess actual real magic powers.
Off to concentrate on the Lotto (and achieving world peace).
I CONFIRM! Your brain is magic you proved it!
Aha! Scientific evidence of the existence of my magic. Thanks Ketchup Man