When I was little, so my older sister tells me, I used to tell her I had dreams that predicted the future. I couldn't have been much older than five when I began having these dreams and I've since forgotten about the details surrounding most of them. However, there is one I can still remember vividly. One morning my sister was helping me pick out my outfit for school. She held up a pair of pink capris with flowers on them. To this day I can picture them in my mind. She held up these capris, and I suddenly stared at her in disbelief. "I dreamed about this!" I told her. "I dreamed you would show me these pants!" I can remember that every detail of the scene was exactly as it had appeared in my dream. It was perhaps the most peculiar feeling I have ever experienced.
Slowly, I stopped having these dreams. Ten years passed, and I nearly forgot about them entirely. Then, when I was fifteen years old, I had another one. I dreamed I was a married adult and I had just adopted an adorable little girl by the name of Paisley. When I awoke the next morning, I was left with a sense that the dream was of some significance. I about it in my journal, thinking perhaps I might name my future daughter after the strange dream. The entry is dated July 15, 2015 and it reads as follows:
"The other night I dreamed I had a daughter. She was probably about six or seven years old, with straight blonde hair and blue eyes, and her name was Paisley. What's peculiar about the name is that I don't recall having ever heard it before. If I have I don't remember it. She was so cute too, with hair that was, as I've already said, very straight, and cut so that she had bangs. And she had such lovely blue eyes, and and a cute smile. What a strange dream. I think maybe one day, if I do have a daughter, I may name her Paisley."
On Monday of last week (July 11, 2016), almost exactly one year later, I was very suddenly reminded of this dream. I was working as a camp counselor, and one afternoon a young camper asked me if I knew Sally Smith (obviously not her real name). I do know her. Sally is a girl that goes to the same school I do, and she recently had a baby. Sally is her cousin, the camper told me, and she had been to visit her and Paisley just the other day. Paisley is the name of the baby girl she has just given birth to.
If the girl had been named Sarah or Emily, or something common I may be more skeptical. But Paisley? I point out in my journal that I've never heard the name used before. This occurrence reminded me of the dreams I used to have when I was a child, and has reawakened my interest in the strange phenomenon. In the months before this happened I did have one other dream that predicted something random that happened about a week later, but until now I thought it was just a lucky coincidence. Is this a skill I can better develop? How would you suggest doing so? Any comments/advice you can offer are always appreciated. Thanks.