According to a theory I’ve heard, when people have prophetic dreams about upcoming events, if such things are even possible, it’s not so much the events themselves that they’re tapping into, but rather the sudden outburst of public emotion that they generate.
Personally speaking, I didn’t have any such dreams about the recent disturbances in the UK, which, it’s fair to say, created a pretty massive amount of public emotion. Once the riots had started, of course, I certainly had a few disturbed nights, but that’s not what I’m talking about, since this was obviously reactive, rather than predictive.
I’ll give an example of what I mean, which I’ve mentioned a number of times here, over the years, mainly because it’s so vivid in my memory. It was when I was still at school. The summer holidays were almost upon us, and we were all looking forward to going home (it was a boarding school). One night I dreamt that I was already back home, crawling through the rubble of a devastated city. I distinctly remember cutting the skin on my hands and knees open on the broken glass and bricks, and bits of wood and metal sticking up. Then, around the time that I actually did go home, or shortly after, a hurricane hit my home city, causing millions of pounds worth of damage. To say this is an unusual occurrence in England is putting it mildly, but it happened, nevertheless. I’m not saying that the type of damage caused by the hurricane matched the utter devastation in my dream, but the coincidence is pretty weird, I think.
As with all dreams, the most important element is the emotional content, which is always the most difficult part to convey when describing it. This is why the theory of how prophetic dreams work is based on emotional responses.
I had a prophetic dream about Quiet Riot the band, if that counts. Randy Rhoads came to me in a dream and said he was leaving the band. And, indeed, he left the band.
I suppose you think hundreds of thousands of disappointed fans by Randy’s departure from the band is no big deal. Well you’re wrong, Maia. It was a very big deal.
Having consulted the fount of all human knowledge (Wikipedia) it turns out that this earth shaking event occurred in 1979, which was, sadly, before my time, and I can barely imagine what it must have been like to live through such a devastating catastrophe. You have my profoundest empathy.
“which was, sadly, before my time, and I can barely imagine what it must have been like to live through such a devastating catastrophe.”
On the contrary, consider yourself very fortunate for not being alive when this great (some say the greatest) malady in the history of rock actually happened. What was to become of the remaining members? What of Randy Rhoads? These were the agonizing questions that a whole generation had to struggle with, Maia. You’re very lucky.
Well, according, again, to the only unimpeachably trustworthy source of information known to mankind (Wikipedia), a veritable Akashic record of wisdom, he teamed up with a certain Mr Ozzy Osbourne, of whom I have most certainly heard, since he’s a son of my own fair city, and probably its greatest cultural ambassador. Not my cup of tea, admittedly, but it would be merely churlish to deny his towering genius.