But sometimes I have really elaborate and highly action-movie like dreams. (Often they involve the Cloverfield monster - odd because I have never actually watched that movie - or some kind of weird menace to Hyde Park, like zombie armies or Vietnamese submarine aircraft carriers sneaking up the Hudson to attack HP to avenge the Vietnam War. But I digress.)
There is of course plenty of debate and theorizing about why we dream what we dream; that "why" may remain an impenetrable mystery of the human experience. While I don't really dream straight prophecy, there is one I had that maybe had some kind of premonition, like a backwash of the fluid of time, to it.
|Remember this? I really don't but my subconscious mind does. (Wikipedia.)
In the dream, a squad of commandos had been assembled to destroy the Internet. (Why, exactly, was unclear but it was understood to be imperative that this be done.) A vital part of the Internet was kept up in the International Space Station, which had not been up there that long at the time this dream was dreamt, circa Y2K. My job was to take that part out and to do so, I had to hijack the space shuttle. (This turned out to be not that hard at all - this I think was a reference to "Far Out Space Nuts", a kids' show from the '70s where Gilligan and some other dude launched themselves accidentally into outer space while loading chow onto a rocketship.)
Once I got to the ISS and got inside - again, not hard - I found myself in a laser-gun battle with its inhabitants as I fought my way to the part of the Internet I had to destroy. What was supposed to have happened next I'll never know. As so often happens, the alarm went off and I woke up.