? déjà vu ?

Last night I dreamed I was given an amber colored pill – a sort of vitamin that looked like elongated cod-liver oil tablets with its translucent color. I held the pill up to the light and saw what looked like the top of a windmill inside. It had beautiful rainbow-colored blades and while it spun around, it radiated many pastel colors like a crystal.

On some level, I knew this spinning machine was a government tracking device, and the pill had been handed to me as a vitamin . . . something that’s supposed to be for my own good, by someone I trusted. I’m now incorporating that dream experience into my book and the more I write about it the more I’m feeling like perhaps this topic could have been written about before (but I don’t know of any published books where I’ve read of such a thing).

It just feels like some sort of déjà vu experience.

There have been a few times when I received a psychic impression, via dream or vision, and after I called up my best-buddy Faerheart to tell her of my new revelation, I've often felt utterly disappointed to have her exclaim: “Oh! I read about that from such and such a resource.” Because of those experiences, I am often cautious about writing my revelations down for fear of being accused that I’m using something other than my own work.

These types of experiences certainly give credit to what American author Ambrose Bierce (1842-1913) once wrote: “There is nothing new under the sun, but there are lots of old things we don't know.”

I’m hoping my deviant dream is related to our distant past – long before we knew to document such experiences in books. I’d much prefer to think of these pills as a past-life experience rather than something from the future. I want our future to offer a much more kind and loving existence, where we can all trust one another.

RATIONALLY THINKING: I’ve seen too many fantasy books published which effectively foretold of future events (while the author may not have fully realized their individual gift of prophecy at the time).