Dreams of the Future: Researched based blog

Now I want to know what the hell a deja vu is. Every time I have one I feel like I'm a character in a movie that suddenly realizes he's in a movie. I lock up, I freeze. I say, "Oh man...I'm having a major deja vu...this is so weird." In recent years whenever I have a deja vu I've thought how similar it is to being in a dream, and then I think what if this is a dream? What if this moment is something I've had a dream about and that is why it seems so familiar. In fact there have been several times where I was almost certain my deja vu was a past dream.

This concept of seeing the future through dreams is referred to as precognitive dreaming. There have been many instances throughout history that have referenced precognitive dreams (The Bible), but concrete evidence is still lacking. Psychologist claim that dreams are too unpredictable for anyone to say what is a precognitive or not, after all you can't be sure if it is precognitive until the actual event occurs. But in a book titled Dream Telepathy, written by psychologists Montague Ullman and Stanley Krippner, there have been experiments done where test subjects slept in a lab for 16 nights and there were 5 nights that were recorded as precognitive of the following morning's events. Now of course this could be just a coincidence, or it could be clairvoyance. But sadly this is only a research related blog teaser, and I have run out of space to continue on.

Make the mundane original: an ice cold glass of...

What if the blood that coursed through our veins was not red but clear, like water, and what if Dasani bottles contained a thick crimson liquid, like blood? What if the showers we cleaned ourselves in were blood-splattered? What if mother's smiled and laughed with their children that splished-n-splashed in kiddy pools of warm blood--dunking their heads under the dark liquid? What if we surfed in AB negative waves and each cutback sprayed the person paddling out like a seagull in oil? What if sprinklers squirted 98 degree liquid onto the grass of the football field where players drank bottles of Gatorade with only one flavor: Berry Blood. What if after a restless night with a sore throat the first sip of ice cold water you drank in the morning was a thick glass of metallic-tasting blood dripping down your esophagus? Would we view water with a different undertone? Would we treat water as a life source? Would water become an image of life and death? Would we treat water better than we do now?