I have strange dreams in which people reach me. People I have not seen or heard from or even thought of in years, they come driving into my neighborhood or plodding along the street to wait for me to catch them. Within a week they call or write me in life. Other times I dream of friends I have not talked to in a while, and they look anguished over a loss or a failure. This kind of dream is unsettling because the reality is often the same: they have lost their jobs, or injured a leg, or been wasting away over a problem.
My favorite kind of 'contact' dreams is when someone talks to me about a particular situation. Like when my tango friends asked me what I was doing the next day, if I could do something at a certain place and time, because so-and-so needed help. One minute after I woke up, my tango teacher called and made that exact request. I do not know how this happens, but it feels fun, like I pick up waves of information floating in the air when I shut down. People call this telepathy--which I believed in, though some people do not.
Another kind of dream that I like is when I see someone I have yet to meet. In some cases it would be a netfriend, and I see a side to this person that is very different from how they present themselves over the distance. A cheery young man who jokes a lot online would turn up in my town, half-shivering in anger while still trying to pull a straight face, and he would ask me to tag along to a place when I am getting alarmed about who he really is. When we do meet, it would indeed turn out to be a bit of an ugly story.
The past week I have been looking for a girl named Dolly in my dreams. In a couple of them I wandered in strange places with this name on my mind, though I clearly did not know her and had no idea how I could find her. The other night a young man I may or may not know in life came towards me and I asked, 'Are you still in love with Dolly?'. He nodded, with a tint of gloom and doom. Just now I napped at noon--I woke up at 5am and my work starts late today--and I distinctively felt this presence before me, and it was Dolly or something related to her.
Who is Dolly?! I must have gone psychotic or there is a Dolly in my sphere. But I am sure I would not find the answer--when something looms that large, there are too many questions and secrets to unravel, you must quit asking or you drain yourself. Maybe Dolly will just live in that indefinite space, into the future.