These days, most of my dreams seem to center around either
work or whatever I’m reading or watching on TV. None of it ever comes true. I
haven’t had that sense of déjà vu in years.
I do remember it happening from time to time when my kids
were little, and I remember being really weirded out by it. At the time, the
kids occupied most of my waking hours, so it was pretty natural for my dreams
to be about them, but I don’t specifically remember what the dream was that
ended up happening while I was awake.
One odd thing that comes to my mind right now, though, is
that when I dream about my kids today they’re still perpetually 12, 10, and 6
years old. They’re all in their twenties now, but I never dream about them as
adults. For some reason they’re frozen at those ages in my mind.