I've had lots of dreams that were prophetic. Not in any terribly meaningful way, for the most part, though. One night when I was a troubled teenager, I had a dream that I was in a recognizable alley, rising, fallen, from a puddle, with black poodles barking at me. A day or two later, it happened (I was drunk), the only different being that the black poodle was one. Another time, I was dreaming over and over again of pulling a bubbling coffee cup out of a microwave. That morning, dream almost forgotten, I pulled an over-heated cup of coffee out of the microwave and instantly remembered the repetitive dream. Before I had ever entered an Orthodox church, I had two dreams about the iconostasis (which I had never before seen!). In one dream, I was in a darkened mall, and on the floor was an ornately carved iconostasis (which I had never seen). I remember trying to get in, through the wood, but I couldn't. I was interested in Orthodoxy at the time, though. Later - I don't know how much later... a year? - I attended my first Liturgy and the carved iconostasis was instantly recognizable from the dream. Another dream was of a room, all wood, carved in very specific patterns. Again, at a particular liturgical service at a Russian church, I recognized not only the patterns and the wood, but the feeling of a tradition and heritage that was very sacred and inviting, but not naturally belonging to me.
I've had lots of others, but the most amazing one I had went like this:
I had a dream once that I was living in a white house near a big field or open clearing. I stayed home - from work or school - feeling sick and withdrawn. I was watching TV on a little couch with a black and white afghan on it. And the walls turned orange. And someone - my Beloved? - came to visit me. I ran outside, and all I recall was this feeling of grace and love. And the most amazing, intense colour of purple! Like a flower, or fireworks...
Anyway, fast forward a year or so, and I was living in a new town, studying at the University there. I came home early from school, feeling sick and withdrawn. That morning, feeling very doubtful of God (due mostly to suffering), I had prayed to God to help me have faith... earnestly, with lots of emotion. This was 2 or 3 months before I was finally received into the Orthodox Church. Feeling my faith waning, I borrowed "The Gospel of John" from the movie store on the way home, and upon arriving, plugged it into the DVD player on my laptop. I was staying in a converted motel (white) right on Lake Nipissing in North Bay, Ontario. A crazy winter storm was blowing in, the first of the year. I was just feeling terribly off, a bit sick, and feverish, so just laid on my couch watching the movie. As the sun went down, the light in the room started turning orange. I was suddenly and instantly reminded of this dream I had had, a dream that had seemed so profound and memorable... even if nothing had really happened. But I remembered this intense purple... something. I knew it was important. So I got up and went outside and looked for a purple flower or something, just testing to see if this moment was indeed somehow connected to my dream. I saw some thick purple weeds, but nothing terribly significant. So I went back and laid back down. The wind was howling. I noticed the black and white afghan I was laying on. Everything referred me back to this vague dream I had had! The feeling was very powerful, but I couldn't quite grasp it. I was really feverish and sick feeling, and so I started to dose off, thinking to myself that there was something I needed to see... something purple. Where was the purple? Was this the dream? And then I fell asleep. Not very long after, I awoke to the sound of the wind pummeling my window. I saw the lake through the blinds, covered in whitecaps, flaked with gold and red from the sunset. The sun was a ball of crimson. I looked at my laptop, and on it unfolded the scene from St. John's Gospel where the crowds were getting riled up as Jesus spoke, and He said: "Before Abraham was, I AM," and everyone became even more fired up and angry. Anyway, I looked through the blinds again and impulsively decided that I needed to take a picture of the sunset on the lake. I grabbed my digital SLR, ran outside to the beach, snapped a quick shot. I looked at the picture on my camera and saw that the battery was dying. Then it died... the first and last time it has ever done that. Then I just stopped and looked. The clouds slowly caught fire, and this most intense and delicious purple gradually covered some of the fat, dark clouds. It looked like a big, purple flower, and the entire dream and its mysterious significance hit me with incredible force... the feeling, the colors, the waiting on my Beloved, Who came unexpectedly for a visit. And all I could think of were Christ's words: "Before Abraham was, I Am."
Not sure if I should share something so personal here, but what the heck!