Sorry but I have posted this as well, in a dream catagory. I also thought it would fit here.

When I was a kid, about 4 years old, I kept getting this recurrent dream--

It would start with me walking on the sidewalk at night.
I remember thinking that it was night time and I'd better get home before I got in trouble.
I wasn't scared that it was dark, I was just hurrying along.
After a while I would get this feeling of dejavu.
I would no longer recognise the streets.
I would panick at this time and would begin to look for someone so I could ask them for directions on getting home.
The feeling of dejavu would intensify.
Little by little I would recognize certain things, like a street corner, a car, patterns on the sidewalk, sporadic things here and there that would increase in the frequency of appearance.
Each time I recognized something I would get a sense of urgency, and time would speed up a little bit.
I would actually experience inertia.
These increases in the sense of time, however small and incrimental, would none the less add to themselves to the point where I was going ballistic!
So there I was, like every the other previous dreams pumped up on adrenaline, realizing that the inevitable was going to happen.
By this time I would remember what was to come.
At this point, any atempts to alter the events were futile.
As I stood there on the street corner, the street corner I had dreamed of countless times, the familiar events would unravel.
It is worth mentioning that with each recurring event leading to to the climax, I would speed up even more, eventually to the point of panic.
First a woman would run thru screaming.
Then a man shouting.
Then I would hear sirens of both police and ambulances.
The street would soon fill up with countless people and officials all running in the same direction to the left of me.
At this point I was compelled and had no choice in the matter but to follow.
It was at this point that I would realize in horror, what I was to witness.
As I made my way thru the crowd, past the police, to where the abulance was.
There was also a streetcar there.
Pushing past and squirming thru the people I came upon the horrific site.
A man was screaming in horror, clutching his upper thighs.
His legs had been completely severed. Blood was gushing everywhere.
He was still pinned under the streetcar, as the emergency crew were trying their best to save him.
At this point I would wake up.

This alone is a strange dream you may think, but the strange is yet to come!

It is a fact that I was born in Uruguay South America, in the city of Montevideo.
There are no streetcars there, at least not when I was living there.
We came to Canada when I was 5.
Actually I had my birthday on the flight over!
I had never seen a streetcar.
The horror to me came back much later when we went with our cousins for the first time to Toronto.
I remember because we went to eat at Big Boys( I think that's the name of the burger franchise then). It was my first burger and loved it!
After eating we came out and the first thing I saw was a streetcar go past!

I got the most terrific headrush!
There was a streetcar! There was that bus on wheels!
I could not believe it!
Imediately, I remembered the recurrent dream I had!

This is a true story, I know it may sound ficticious, but I swear it is true!

Oy, what a terrible dream to have to have over and over. Sounds like a lucid dream... too bad you weren't able to take control of it to alter the outcome.

Did anything like this (man hit by streetcar and severs legs) ever show up in the news around the time you were having the dreams that you know of?

Kell

It would have to be in Toronto around 1971-72.

That is one disturbing dream.
Can you remember any details about what the people were wearing or the styles of automobiles? That could posssibly date your dream. Whether it was in the past, a glimps of the present (at that time) or the future.
It doesn't sound like a subconscious message dream. It sounds like a psychic dream.

You have really good recall of your dreams.

I guess thinking back.....it was the clothes of the times....circa 1970's.
Yes, all the dreams I remember are usually remembered in great detail.
My dreaming is so lucid, I actualy went to a shrink once (for depression), and asked him about my dreaming thinking I was nuts.
He said I just had a good emagination, and to enjoy them.
On visual stuff, my memory is usually like a photograph.
Some of my dreams are epic, like movies, even some of what appear to be of past lives because of the feelings I have for the people in them, and the sense of loss I feel when I wake up.