Dreams and Déjà Vu

I dream a lot when I sleep. Sometimes I dream of adventures Indiana Jones’ style. Exciting dreams which I tried to slip back into immediately after making the trip to the toilet in the middle of the night with my eyes closed; opening them slightly just to make sure my water fountain doesn’t miss the spot. I was eager to know where King Solomon’s treasure was hidden or whether I would get to kick some butts, Charlie Angel’s style.

My favourite dream when I was a little girl was being able to fly. Well, not really fly like superman but a little like hopping from building to building and wadding my hands and kicking my legs breast stroke swimming style. Yeah, more like swimming in the air.

I had also dreamt of meeting foreign life forms; i.e. aliens and traveling to space. I remember admiring the magnificent sight of twinkling stars in the darkness of the space. It was really an out of this world experience even if it was just a dream. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe I was kidnapped by the alien and my memory wasn’t erased completely. Who knows?


“Dreams are rudiments of the great state to come. We dream what is about to happen” ~ Bailey

I have so many dreams every night. At times when I experienced déjà vu, I wonder if I could have seen it in my dreams before. Just like when I dreamt of two of my girlfriends, Ms. Month and Ms. Visa, giving birth to a baby boy each 3 years ago. I was excited because Ms. Month was expecting and she told me that she was going for a scan that week to determine her baby’s gender. I called her the next morning and true enough, she was expecting a baby boy!

Three days after my dream, I met Ms. Visa by chance at the cafeteria in the building where I’m working. She was coincidently working in the same building. I haven’t kept in touch with her since we had graduated from high school 10 years ago. Imagine my surprise to find her tummy bulging under her maternity dress. She was 6 months pregnant then and was expecting a baby boy! Déjà vu or a coincident? You decide.

Yesterday, I dreamt of visiting an old friend, Ms. Porridge and her baby. We used to hang on the phone for hours, hogging the phone lines talking nonsense day and night for the first 3 years of secondary school. This was in addition to seeing each other everyday in the same class for those 3 years. There is a Chinese saying to describe this act. It’s called, ‘cooking porridge’, where the amount of time spent on the phone is enough to cook a pot of porridge. Bear in mind that the amount of time to cook a pot of porridge is way longer than rice. The porridge cooking stopped when we moved on to different classes in our senior years of secondary school.

Told Ms. Porridge about my dream today. She reminded me that I had my 2 previous dreams months before the babies were born but this time my dream happened after the fact. She had came back from her maternity leave a month already. She said it must be a good sign that the stork would be paying me a visit soon. I keep my fingers cross and hope this is a déjà vu in the making.