I HADN’T DREAMT IN YEARS…

I started dreaming again.

Here’s my theory on what changed.

Jealousy.

That’s the only word I can use to describe how I felt when my wife would say:

“I had such a crazy dream last night”

When I was a kid, teenager, and young adult, I always had the most vivid dreams.

I would often wake up confused and wonder to myself:

“Did I dream that, or did it actually happen”

If I mentioned someone who passed away as if they were still alive, my mother would often be equally confused.

“Is that person still alive?” I’d ask.

When I could see my mother’s face contort into a bewildered expression I’d quickly interject.

“No… that’s right… he’s dead sure…”

My mother often dreams about people that don’t exist.

She once dreamt of a little boy with curly hair jumping on her sofa.

When she inquired who he was, he responded with:

“Your Grandson”

Nine months later…

My second son was born.

He has curly hair.

I’m not one of those people who believes in psychic abilities.

But my mother has pulled this sorta predictive trick with her dreams so often, people in our family are no…