Precognition occurs most often in dreams and may be more common than we think. The trick is remembering them and then remembering them in enough detail so you have a good idea what the dreams might be referencing.
In his book The Sense of Being Stared at And Other Unexplained Powers of the Human Mind, British biologist Rupert Sheldrake wrote that in his database of 312 cases of precognition, 76 percent concern dangers, disasters, or death. “It’s unlikely that selective memory alone can account for this predominance of dangers, deaths, and disasters in reported cases of precognition,” Sheldrake wrote. “There are strong evolutionary reasons for this bias. In people, as in animals, natural selection must have favored the ability to sense impending disasters.”
For fun, Google precognitive dreams. You’ll find the famous ones – Abe Lincoln’s dream of his own death, Mark Twain’s dream of his brother’s death, dreams of 9-11, the Titanic. You’ll find the contrasting opinions about precognitive dreams, the science, the speculation. But forget all that for now. Meet Andy Paquette, a comic book illustrator, author, and dreamer who, to date, has recorded more than 30,000 dreams, and a large percent of them are precognitive.
The first chapter of his book, Dreamer: 20 Years of Psychic Dreams begins with a dream he had while living in Amsterdam:
“Two people come up from behind me. One flanks me on the right, the other walks directly behind me. They want me to go into an alley with them, an alley I now seem to be less than a hundred yards away.”
From there, Paquette takes us through the detailed horror: how the men are armed and get him into the alley. He sees the the corpse of a dead man and knows these two guys are responsible. His body surrenders to terror, his knees hit the ground. The man with the gun is briefly distracted. His arm swings to his side, hand still clutching the gun but not aimed at him. Paquette seizes the moment, reaches for the man’s gun – then hesitates. That hesitation proves fatal in the dream. The man shoots him in the neck.
“The pain is intense…I want to yell but can’t…My throat doesn’t work…I know I’m dying…It takes an eternity crawl ten feet…I feel my life slipping away…”
As the dreaming Paquette dies, he thinks of his girlfriend, Kitty, and suddenly realizes he las left his body and is in her apartment in NYC, hovering near the ceiling. He notes that he’s dead -but not gone – and that she’s oblivious. Then he sees the sign for his apartment in Holland and is shocked that he’s alive, sitting upright on his cot. That night, he decided it was time for him to leave Holland and he called Kitty. They decided to get an apartment together in New York.
Two weeks later, Paquette is out and about, tying up loose ends for his trip back to the U.S. As he leaves a travel agency, he realizes he’s on the same street where his dream occurred. But he doesn’t see any alley and figures he’s safe – until a man falls into step beside him and a second man comes up behind him. And then he spots the alley.
Thanks to his dream about two weeks prior, Paquette knows when to make his move and manages to escape from the two men and race across the street to a newsstand. When he glances back, the men are running away.
This experience is the kind that turns atheists into believers. It no longer matters what the experts and scientists and skeptics think because you know what you’ve experienced. To date, Paquette has more than 30,000 recorded dreams, many of them precognitive, meticulously arranged I a database he has created.
I think it’s time for science to study someone like Paquette. Calling Rupert Sheldrake, Dean Radin, Bruce Lipton, and well, why not the spirit of Carl Jung as well?
Minor correction here, it’s “over 13,000” dreams as of this date, not 30,000. The real number is still quite large for a dream diary. I’ve heard of one mentioned at a conference that had 14,000 entries but the largest I’ve seen in the literature (after mine) is about 9,000. They drop off fast after that. Most dream journals stop after a few hundred entries, or so it seems from the literature on the subject.
Thank you for the correction, Andy. I kept a dream journal for a long time, but stopped after a could hundred entries.
I remember the train dream I talked about on the Coincidence Cafè, this really boring dream about mailing two packages. I was physically delivering them, it seemed to me (I did mail two packages the next day) and I was so desperately bored and not really understanding why these wrapped boxes were on a train, an empty train at that, except for me. It was a New Mexico landscape, by the way. If you ever drive through this area again, you’ll remember that the parts that aren’t compelling and dramatic are just desert and scrub for hours.
I was lucid in that dream and did everything I could to wake myself up and get out of it. After hearing your podcast with Andy, I realized that this dream had nothing to do with the mail. I had an exit point coming up this year and I had changed my mind about it. We had talked about it, Trish, you and I. But I was still waiting for a sign that my date had changed. That was the sign, that was it! I couldn’t get off the train. I had finished two projects – one huge, the summation of many lifetimes, and one that was smaller. I was “mailing” them in but I was also the carrier. It wasn’t a group project. It was a life in which I had made two major commitments and completed both. I was being told that this year was no longer an exit point, there’s more to come. New Mexico is still my home base. Without the perspective provided by your podcast, I wouldn’t have that certainty. It’s a certainty. It blew out all my circuits when I realized what it meant.
Wow!
The Paquette material – his dreams – is profound in its implications.
I have always dreamt of any location we were going to move to before we moved there. I did not know my daughter had the same ability until we moved to Vancouver and were walking by the Art Gallery (which has a very unique water fountain) when she said “Mom I dreamt this place”. I also dreamt of any place my job was going to move to.
Love these stories! Hope you’re doing well, Sharon!