Your True
Tales
July 2003 –
Page 11
When
Dreams Come True
by L.
Cole
When I was 16 I had a boyfriend whom I lived with named Corey. We also had a friend named Corey the same age. One night I woke my boyfriend up at around 1:30 a.m. because I had a terrible dream and was crying. I told him I dreamed that there were two of him on a bank over a river. One of him was at the wheel of a white truck that was going over the bank and the other was behind the truck, holding on to the tailgate trying to stop it from going over. I don't know where I was in the dream, but it seemed like I was in the sky looking down at the terrible scene unfolding below me. The one Corey was struggling so hard to hold the truck back, but it went over the bank anyways, and I just knew that the Corey in the truck died. That's when I woke up sobbing. He told me it was just a dream and to go back to sleep. The next morning the phone rang and we answered it to hear the news that our friend Corey died that night. He was driving a white truck when he lost control and went over a bank. The truck landed beside a river and he died instantly.
Another time, Corey and I were staying at his parent's house. Before we went to bed I was reading a book called (if I remember correctly) How To Get What You Want Through Creative Visualization. In the book it told you how to put images in your mind to make things happen. At the time Corey and I weren't getting along and I found a chapter in the book that told me how I could influence someone's feelings. Certain colors were supposed to invoke different emotions. Blue was sorrow, red was passion, pink was contentment, etc. I wrote down the instructions on a small piece of paper and took them to bed to read while Corey was sleeping beside me. I chose the color pink because I wanted him to feel comfortable in our relationship. I never believed in any of it, but thought I would try it just to humor myself. The book said to imagine myself in an unending universe. See myself enveloped in this pink light and then watch the light get bigger and brighter until I could imagine the light wrapped around him. I did this and was concentrating so hard that I believe I fell asleep. The next morning he woke up and said he had the weirdest dreams all night. In every dream, everything was pink! Pink cars, pink houses, pink dogs! I was overjoyed and laughing. I showed him the paper that I had wrote the instructions on and he didn't think it was funny. In fact, if anything he probably felt more uncomfortable in our relationship after that.
Another time Corey and I went up a mountain called Twin Sisters to spend the night in a cabin. The mountain was so high up that we could see a whole chain of lakes below us and there seemed to be clouds blowing by the windows. It was very windy up there and the cabin was mounted on the very tip of this mountain with cables on each corner that seemed to be the only thing keeping it from blowing away. I have to admit that it wasn't the wonderful, beautiful adventure that we anticipated. On our way up the mountain, the truck got stuck in a patch of snow. The snow was covered in red stuff and to this day I don't know what it was. Needless to say, my brand new white tennis shoes were covered in red after walking through it. We had to hike the rest of the way and I remember feeling exhausted after a few steps because the air was so thin. When we finally reached the cabin, there was no stove inside to keep us warm. We managed to create a makeshift tent with one blanket over the mouse infested bed and huddled inside for warmth. At one point I had my feet sticking outside the "tent" with my red stained shoes on and exclaimed, "I want my mommy!" For a laugh I clicked my shoes together three times and chanted, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." To make a long story shorter, we managed to make it home safely the next day and I got a phone call from my mom. She said that the night before she dreamed that she went into a room and saw some little feet with red shoes on sticking out of a closet. When she opened the door I was inside on the floor. She said I was a little girl and I was clicking my heels together saying, "There's no place like home."
Years later I was house sitting for my daughter's grandpa. He lives in a big house all by himself and there is a wood stove in the basement. The house is up on a hill and it gets very dark at night because there are no street lights around. One night it was stormy outside and I was bored, so I went to bed early. I dreamed that I heard someone at the basement door. I went down and opened it but there was no one there. As I was walking up the stairs it suddenly got pitch black. I panicked and fumbled to the top of the stairs and found the light switch, but it wouldn't work. I groped around the living room and found the lamp, but the switch wouldn't work either. I was terrified because I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I woke up shivering and thinking to myself, "Thank God it was a dream." I was still freaked out by the dream so I got up to have a cigarette and decided to check the wood stove at the same time. As I was coming up the stairs it suddenly went dark. My whole dream replayed itself, only this time I was awake! The light didn't work at the top of the stairs and neither did the living room lamp. Because of the storm, the power went out. I was too scared to search for candles so I spent the entire night huddled in my daughters bed waiting for the power to come back on.
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