I was stunned, he said.
At first I saw the jackpot went back down to $100,000 so I knew someone hit it.
I had no idea it was me.
His sister, though, had a hunch thered be good fortune in his future.
In her dream I found a bunch of gold, he recalled.
I guess dreams do come true.
I don’t like this story one bit.
It has nothing to do with David Atwell winning $837,187 in the North Carolina Education Lottery.
Sounds like a win-win for everyone.
But I’m not a fan of the precedent this sets when it comes to dreams.
I don’t want to live in a world where dreams predict reality.
Have you ever woken up on a beautiful Friday morning.
It’s 65 degrees and sunny.
You’re in a great mood.
You’ve already hit your weekly sales metrics at work.
But when you wake up, something is off with your girlfriend.
She’s not speaking to you.
Won’t even look you in the eye.
She’s taking big long breaths out of her nose.
You know exactly what’s going on, but you don’t want to address it.
Against all your better judgement you break down and ask her, “Is there something wrong?”
Her response is inevitable, “I had a dream about you last night.”
Turns out the dream version of yourself left her stranded at the bar.
She saw you walk right out the front door with another woman on your arm.
You’re so fucked.
But she’s not sold.
She thinks it means something and there’s nothing you might do to convince her otherwise.
“It all felt real to me”, she says.
That’s when you start getting lippy.
“Well how many pussies did she have?
Maybe that explains why I left your ass alone.”
That comment goes over horribly.
You:“What does that mean, bitch?
Am I about to get fucking drafted?”
Her:“No, it means you need therapy.”
But the conversation’s too far gone now.
She’s angry because dream you fucked an alien.
All you’re free to do is wait out the storm.
Most likely, by the time you get home from work she’ll have completely forgotten about it.
You’ll both pretend it never happened and bury your feelings deep inside.
We just don’t need any hard evidence that people can point to and say, “See!
David Atwell’s won the lottery the day after his sister dreamt about treasure!
Dreams do mean something!”
I know there are plenty of instances of dreams coming true in real life.
Maybe they’re all just random.
Maybe there’s something to them.
But we can’t start making real life decisions based off of dreams.
At least not decisions that affect other people.
At least not decisions that affect me.
