Dreams Can Reflect
By James Donahue
A news clip about a Wales
police officer that dreamed where a missing deaf and dumb woman was
accidentally trapped in a chimney flu prompted me to write this brief discourse
on dreams and what goes on while we sleep.
It seems this woman was
a housekeeper in the home where she lived. When she went missing one day in 1871,
the homeowner summoned help from the local police.
That morning a man
identified only as Inspector Strefford came to the house, walked straight down
the cellar stairs, and found the woman stuck hard in an open flue. She had
fallen there from the fireplace in the room above and because of her condition
was unable to call for help.
The woman was stuck so
fast it required the removal of a portion of the chimney to free her. Her life
was saved because the inspector had a dream that led him right to her.
There is another story
about a woman in Goderich, Ontario, who in the fall of 1913 dreamed of a
terrible storm that would sink the steamship Wexford. This was of great concern
to her because her son was about to board that ship for a trip to Goderich from
Fort William, now known as Thunder Bay.
The dream was so vivid
that the woman telegraphed her son, while the Wexford was still in port. In her
cable she begged her son to leave the ship and wait for another passage. As the
story is told, the son took her mother’s premonition seriously and gave up his
berth. Unfortunately, a cousin, also in Fort William at the time, took his
The Wexford became one
of a fleet of ships lost in the Great Storm of 1913.
I dream nearly every
night, but like most people, I rarely remember my dreams. When I do remember
them, however, it is because they were unusually vivid and sometimes connected
to a warning.
One dream that I still
recall involved a trip my wife and I were making in our car. In the dream we
were on a blacktopped county road. As we approached an intersection we were
stopped by a police officer standing in the middle of the road.
Eventually the officer
waived us through. I wanted to turn left, but as I turned, the car seemed to go
out of control and continued rolling into a ditch at the side of the road. In
my dream I seemed to float out of the car to the ground, where I noticed a lot
of oil dripping from under the engine. Then I noticed that the car was in a
completely dilapidated condition. I felt sad that I had allowed the vehicle to
fall in such a poor state of repair.
That was the extent of
the dream. Yet it lingered in my mind the following day and troubled me enough
that I spoke of it to the family. As we discussed the dream we concluded that
it may have been a warning.
At the time we had just
moved from Arizona back to Michigan. I was temporarily out of work, but my wife
had taken a job in a town about 18 miles away. Consequently I was driving her
to and from work every day.
Just to play safe we
change our normal driving habits. For several months I took varied routes, some
days drove faster or slower than usual, and if possible, stopped along the road
unexpectedly. By tinkering with timelines, and being constantly alert for
vehicles approaching from side roads, we may have avoided a premature death
It is theorized that
there exists an astral world where we find the collective unconscious library
of information that springs from the minds of humanity. It is from here that
dreams sometimes warn us of future events. Because the sight of my accident
alarmed me enough during my sleep, I remembered it after I woke and did
something about it.
Thus we have stories
about warnings from dreams that turn people away from planned trips on doomed
aircraft and ships at the last moment. And it explains the woman who
successfully stopped her son from boarding the Wexford before it sailed into
the teeth of that 1913 storm.