Dreams: Do They Come True?

I'm taking a walk on the wild side and putting my freaky dreams out there for the world to see and test whether they are complet hooey...or do they really interpret as actual accounts of something to come or are they whacky messages from the other side that need to play themselves out to be understood.

Last December...one night in the week preceeding Christmas I dreamed that I was walking down Dorchester Rd here in the Charleston area. My sister was with me and we were discussing the fact that we had "time traveled" back to a specific date.
April 12, 1992...
As we got closer to the strip center where our Mother owned a bakery, we realized that there was no way we could just walk in there and say, "hi MOM". I said something like, "what if she just hung up after speaking with me back then...and then I just walk in?" We were trying to figure out how we could see her without completely screwing the time continuum...and she walked out and got into her car and drove away.
I turned and my sister was gone...so I started walking down the street to find her. As I passed a construction site with scaffolding...I heard a sound and looked up. There was a small plane...with what looked like a circus train trailing behind it and I thought, "awe man...he's gonna wreck!" Then, he crashes to the ground. I ducked so I wouldn't get hit and all of a sudden I'm being pelted with beer cans...Coors Beer Cans. The cans were hitting the scaffold and exploding and spewing beer everywhere...so, I picked one up and took it with me down the street.
I came to what looked like an artisan center or something...a place that people could show and sell their handicrafts. I found a nice table to sit and drink my beer and a few cops walked up and asked me what I was doing. About that time a group formed up around me sort of squeezing in on me and I couldn't think what to do so I took out my purse and pulled out my Blackberry. Mind you...this is 1992!
The people stop and their eye's nearly bug out...they're staring at the Blackberry like they've seen God or something...
I hold it up high in the air and say, "this is the future!"
...then, "that's all I can say about it."
The cops can't get to me because the people are blocking them...and I slip out unnoticed.
...Later that week, I told my boyfriend about the dream and he says, "Oh my gosh...I've got 50,000 pounds of Coors Beer on my truck right now!"

The Analysis:

A week later...we broke up...or you could say our relationship crashed and burned.

If the plane pulling the circus train is a metaphor for our relationship...then I am the plane and he's the circus train and I was never going to be able to fly...not dragging his sorry ass along with me.

The Coors Beer was important because it formed the basis of an anchor to tell me that the dream was about a current problem.

The time travel issue can be best explained as a hint of "who" sent the dream to prepare me for a tough decision.

And, my sister had, at the time, took off to Florida and at that point, I had no idea where she was. Losing her and looking for her was probably a wish or worry based manifestation and also a current issue to once again anchor the dream as "real" and not just random jibjab that means absolutely nothing.

If you're interested in dream analysis and want to put it out there...write me and we'll try to figure out what all of this means! Thanks for reading my blog and I'll post again tomorrow...I've got a doozie!