The Word Masseur

Three years ago I recorded my “first” prescient dream.  I put first in quotes because my hunch is that we have these types of dreams throughout our lives, but most are either unintelligible (especially those occurring during our youth, when the symbols/events of the dream have no correlation to our current reality) or irretrievable (having occurred during the deepest part of our sleep).  I think that prescient dreams and déjà vu are related, in the sense that prescient dreams, at least in my experience, result in definite, tangible evidence of the dream soon after it happens, whereas déjà vu is, in my opinion, the residue of a prescient dream which comes to the surface weeks, months or maybe even years after the dream occurs.  To loosely paraphrase H.P. Lovecraft, while the majority of dreams are most certainly a reflection of our daily experiences and feelings, there are some dreams which defy categorization in this way, and must instead be looked upon as a sort of window to the past/future, a glimpse of things to come or things that have been, things that perhaps we were once a part of or will be a part of in this life or another one.

The only proof I can offer you that my dream actually happened is that it is written down in my journal and dated the day it happened, and as such is sandwiched between other entries from the day before and the day after.  Aside from that, I can’t provide any concrete evidence that what I’m saying is truthful – only my words, which you will have to choose to either believe or disbelieve.  Now, don’t get too excited — what happened was nothing that could remotely be considered “groundbreaking”. I wasn’t made privy to a set of winning lottery numbers, or the hidden secrets of Billy Ray Cyrus’s mullet.  No, it was simply a weird, random, prescient dream, one that bolstered my belief that there is more to us and the universe than is visible to the naked eye.

On to the dream:

The night of Saturday, November 1, 2008, I had a dream about the characters from the game Clue. Understand that up until this point I hadn’t played Clue in years, didn’t own a copy of it, hadn’t seen an advertisement for it and hadn’t talked about it.  Nevertheless, there these characters were, just kind of “hanging about” in my dream.  We weren’t doing anything cool, like free-diving off the Matterhorn or wrestling alligators with our bare hands – no, we were just in a bathroom, talking and doing our business.  I recall interacting with two characters – Colonel Mustard was one of them, but I forget the other one. The dream went on for a few minutes and then it ended.

The next morning I got up and puttered around the house.  At one point I decided to turn the TV on and stopped on Meet the Press, a show that I don’t watch regularly.  I came in about two-thirds of the way through, so I was watching when the ending came on, where each of the show’s featured panelists gives their final thought.  I watched as the first two panelists gave their thoughts and continued watching as a third person, a woman, started hers.  I don’t know her name and I can’t remember what she looked like – but she started talking about government transparency.  At one point – I shit you not – she said (and I paraphrase), “getting a straight answer from this administration is like playing the board game Clue.  You’d have a better chance of learning something from Miss Scarlet or Professor Plum.”  Needless to say my first reaction was one of utter shock, and the weirdness stayed with me for the next couple of days.

Is the subject matter innocuous?  Yes.  Is the dream on the same level as, say, the dreams Whitley Strieber has claimed to have as part of his ongoing experiences with extraterrestrial entities?  Absolutely not.  But is it weird enough to make you think that our brains might be wired to something a lot more powerful and mysterious than our spinal cords?  You decide.

On a side note, I should point out that before bed that night I was randomly going through the channel guide (yes, this was a lazy, TV-friendly November Sunday) and stumbled upon the movie version of Clue, on Bravo.  I’d never seen the movie before, so I watched three minutes of it and then went to bed hoping for another prescient dream.  It didn’t happen.  Unless you’re a Peruvian shaman, they’re totally unpredictable – which is why there is a great responsibility on the dreamer to write them down when they do happen, and think long about what role they might play in the grand scheme of things.

IOH:  Incalculable

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