Asperger's, Art, and Dreams

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I am new here. I just got diagnosed I have Asperger's two years ago; then I set about writing a book about it. It's out now. I am also a professional artist (surrealism).
I am going to start off with a weird question: has anybody had premonitions? Have you had dreams that play out before the event? My inclination is to think certain AS characteristics could contribute to this kind of thing. They don't happen all the time, they don't happen at will; but they have occurred maybe a couple dozen times since my childhood and recently. Is it akin to counting toothpicks, like a summery comes together without us consciously realizing the information, and when we are sleeping our mind can perceive the information, sometimes?

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For more than ten years, starting in my early twenties, I kept a daily journal of my dreams - as soon as I opened my eyes, I'd sit up and write down everything I could remember. Its amazing how much detail comes back when you get in the habit of recalling them every day - some of my dreams were hours-long epics.

To answer your question, I had a great many fascinating and inexplicable experiences with the dream world and yes, one of them was precognition. Not all the time, or even on a regular basis - but there were elements of dreams that sometimes did play out in Real Life, usually in pretty much the same context as they did in the dream - not surprisingly, however, they got mixed up with surreal dream elements, so there was no way of specifically predicting when or where or quite how the 'real' elements would pop up in RL.

Instance: Dreamed I went to my cousin's house to visit and he wasn't home. I went in anyway. An old girlfriend was there and told me she'd recently divorced and wanted to see me again. I felt elated and for whatever reason went on my way. As I stepped out of the house it became a dollhouse (it was pretty tiny in actuality).

Flash Forward to nearly a year later: I leave my Grandmother's house on Easter Sunday afternoon and decide to stop off at this cousin's house - he's not home. I turn to go back to my car and a voice calls to me from the sidestreet intersection - its the same old GF, who proceeds to tell me she's just recently divorced and is out looking at rental property.

Nothing Earth-shattering, not even consequential. Just oddly coincidental. And if I hadn't had the dream written down, where I only rediscovered it and made the connection after the fact, I'd never have noticed. There were other instances much more specific, but I don't remember them at the moment, and none predicted anything of dire consequence. So what does it mean?

My gut (after many years of studying mysticism and comparative religion) tells me that reality is far more fluid than it seems to us trapped here in three dimensions. Past, present and future, while not static, are also not necessarily sequential ALTHOUGH WE ARE CONSTRUCTED TO EXPERIENCE THEM THAT WAY. So the subconscious picks up glimpses and snippets from the 'ether' in every direction and incorporates them into its nightly flights of whimsy. Like Psychometry, its an interesting parlour trick, but really, of what use is it?

Well, unless you can do it like Edgar Cayce...but that's a whole other level of talent...


I do think however, this also explains 'past-life memories' that are eerily accurate. They're not memories of 'the past' - they're bleed-through images from another life occurring simultaneously in another timeline.


But I'm just guessing.

We are just microscopic quantum ripples at the event horizon.

You think 'I'd like a plate of shrimp for supper' and just like that someone will say 'shrimp' or 'plate' ....

It seems to me like our awareness is not a discrete point, but slightly (only very slightly) spread out in time. Which kinda stands to reason when the thing doing the thinking is a big blob of grey stuff with fairly slow signals going around it, thoughts are going to take a little while to happen and are going to grow and fade, not snap instantly from one to the next. What I can't do is fit that mundane reality with my intuition, which tells me that our awareness is much more spread out than that.

The nature of consciousness is a wonderfully large gap in our knowledge of the universe!

I KNOW!! !! IT'S CRAZY!

I believe it's true. I myself have had many dreams of future events since childhood, from the most unimportant blurbs, to big things, but they are usually personal. When they are big, or huge, it really does throw a monkey wrench in the gears about our day-to-day definition of time.

I, too am convinced there are past lives, mostly because of the dreams.

I had to keep a dream journal for a very typically late '70 art-fart class at UMBC (Md). It was 10% of our grade. Boy is that a motivation! I wrote them down every night, and they came on constantly. Some of them were trivial; I dreamed a classmate, Max, came up to me in the library in certain clothes and asked me to help him with an art project. It was nearly impossible to help him that time; I had 21 credits. I had to go to the library that day, the Prof. took us to the special collections room. When the class ended, who do I see but Max in the exact same clothes. He walked straight up to me and the same exact words came out of his mouth. It's funny because I was beginning to see those dreams have a different feel that the others don't have. That kind of dream is so close to reality it must be a "bleed-through."

The past-life stuff: about three years later, I started having dreams about old Russia. On different dreams I would see different things about me and my surroundings. I seemed to be a young woman about the same age as I was at the time. I would see a big house and I lived there. I went to some kind of class that had a surly, stern little bald man with glasses. I was late for that class. He did not hide he didn't like it.

As the result of that, I was curious to learn Russian (but it has been a while!). I had wonderful teachers who were Jewish and got out of there before the wall fell. They had amazing stories.

One day I had a dream that I was in a forrest with huge trees and I was with a sister (I am an only). We were walking on many pine needles and we were gathering extraordinary pine cones and ate some of their insides.

Just a few hours later, I mean 2-3, I was at Mrs. Svirsky's house. She was very exited. She put a big shoe box in my lap. Of course were two huge pine cones. She showed me that inside were pine nuts, that I hadn't eaten before. We ate some. It's hard to project normalcy in a situation like that. It's better to keep the mouth shut.

Then there were drams of losing the house; "they" turned it into a big soup kitchen with heavy wood tables and I saw some people I knew from here, there.

That is heavy-duty! Crazy! But what can I think? What does it mean?

It must have someting to do with not ever accepting other people's version/explaination of time, maybe being open to such things, just to allow the mind or soul or whatever to go check things out! No limits, but no fear, too, because, that shuts them right down. Some things are terrible! I would rather know them too, because I discovered some things can be changed, but others can't. But the massive implication is time can be simultaneous, and go "backwards." You wake up to the future!

They are predictably unpredictable! Can't be bought or sold!

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TYPOS! ARGHHHH!! !

Go to ur original post, there's an edit button at the top right.

[quote="barnstorm13"]Willard Wrote:

I do think however, this also explains 'past-life memories' that are eerily accurate. They're not memories of 'the past' - they're bleed-through images from another life occurring simultaneously in another timeline.


I believe it's true. I myself have had many dreams of future events since childhood, from the most unimportant blurbs, to big things, but they are usually personal. When they are big, or huge, it really does throw a monkey wrench in the gears about our day-to-day definition of time.

I too am convinced there are past lives, mostly because of the dreams.

I had to keep a dream journal for a very typically late '70 art-fart class at UMBC (Md). It was 10% of our grade. Boy is that a motivation! I wrote them down every night, and they came on constantly. Some of them were trivial; I dreamed a classmate, Max, came up to me in the library in certain clothes and asked me to help him with an art project. It was nearly impossible to help him that time; I had 21 credits. I had to go to the library that day; the Prof. took us to the special collections room. When the class ended, whom do I see but Max in the exact same clothes. He walked straight up to me and the same exact words came out of his mouth. It's funny because I was beginning to see those dreams have a different feel that the others don't have. That kind of dream is so close to reality it must be a "bleed-through."

The past-life stuff: about three years later, I started having dreams about old Russia. On different dreams I would see different things about me and my surroundings. I seemed to be a young woman about the same age as I was at the time. I would see a big house and I lived there. I went to some kind of class that had a surly, stern little bald man with glasses. I was late for that class. He did not hide he didn't like it.

As the result of that, I was curious to learn Russian (but it has been a while!). I had wonderful teachers who were Jewish and got out of there before the wall fell. They had amazing stories.

One day I had a dream that I was in a forest with huge trees and I was with a sister (I am an only). We were walking on many pine needles and we were gathering extraordinary pinecones and ate some of their insides.

Just a few hours later, I mean 2-3; I was at Mrs. Svirsky's house. She was very exited. She put a big shoebox in my lap. Of course were two huge pinecones. She showed me that inside were pine nuts, that I hadn't eaten before. We ate some. It's hard to project normalcy in a situation like that. It's better to keep the mouth shut.

Then there were drams of losing the house; "they" turned it into a big soup kitchen with heavy wood tables and I saw some people I knew from here, there.

That is heavy-duty! Crazy! But what can I think? What does it mean?

It must have something to do with not ever accepting other people's version/explanation of time, maybe being open to such things, just to allow the mind or soul or whatever to go check things out! No limits, but no fear, too, because, that shuts them right down. Some things are terrible! I would rather know them too, because I discovered some things can be changed, but others can't. But the massive implication is time can be simultaneous, and go "backwards." You wake up to the future!

They are predictably unpredictable! Can't be bought or sold!

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Thank you computerlove!

Hmmm, does seem interesting as i have dream about utter randomness like little things and then they actually happen in real life, you feel like you've been there before if you get me. Like you've already been there or forseen it before it actually happens.

This happens on a regular basis for me but the deja vu happens at random lengths of time from me dreaming something sometimes it can be on that day other a year later.....it somewhat baffles me yet intrigues me into wanting to know why something like that happens.

Sorry if i went off topic a bit, i get into philosophical talks.

Where can I get a copy of your book? I'd love to read it.

Thank you for responding, Ingeir_Palar and persian85033! Sorry I took a few days to get back to you.

As far as reading about the dreams and such, the best book I have ever read in my life is "Seth Speaks," by Jane Roberts. I would never go to war or even get into a fist-fight over it, because who absolutely knows? I say, even if the whole damed thing is a farce, the laugh would be on them. There are wonderful things to consider in the information of the the books. It reads just flat-out, somewhat dispassionately, and maybe that is why I'm comfortable with it. It doesn't whip anyone up, so they were not trying to suck people into a cult; they were very modest people and humble in their surroundings. She died in '84 and he died rather recently.

This Seth character gives information though her, I hate to use any hokey words like channeling because such words connotative something silly or fishy from overuse. Trite. But if it really is so, great.

Here is an example:

"Now: The symbolism of ascent or decent, or of light or dark, would be meaningless to other realities of different perception mechanisms. While your religions are built around an enduring kernel of truth, the symbolism used and craftily selected by the inner self in line with its knowledge of those root assumptions you hold as valid in the physical universe. Other information, in dreams, for example, will also be given to you with the same symbolisms, generally speaking. The symbolism itself, however, was simply used by the inner self. It does not inherently belong to inner reality.

Many probable systems have perceptive mechanism far different than your own. In fact, some are based upon gestalts of awareness completely alien to you. Quite without realizing it, your ego is a result of group consciousness...''

and so forth. Interesting. He also explained how such dreams occur, and he gets into the existence of probable realities, some of them are played out in dreams of precognizion. Much of it seems to reflect some of the quantum physics concepts. I like it. It works for me.

My book is called, "A Worst Case Scenario: Art, Death, and Asperger's." It's published through iUniverse (on their site) and will also be on Amazon ans Barnes and Noble in about three weeks.

My experience has been this. I am 50 (no kids, still a kid), an only child. I was always very different. My mother used to often say, "You were never like the other children," but this was meant in an extremely positive way, unlike the critical and negative way way I see that's said to many other children today. Of course, no one knew what it was then, and I only have come across that AS even existed at all, much less applied to me.

My parents died almost at the same time (and my best friend committed suicide between them) in 1997 (there were dreams about that, too. I put them in the book. Very, very strange). I found out about AS in the last 2 years, and contrary to what I see on the TV; my parents, and my mother in particular, would have been thrilled to know it. "See I knew it! That explains things!" my mother would have said, but she would mean it positively. I am an artist (started drawing at 1 1/2 etc), extremely smart etc. and of course weird. They liked I was not "ordinary." I see so many parents on TV that are just miserable about the whole thing, and frankly it makes me sick. I don't think it's fair or right.

All the bad PR made me mad enough to come out about my own story; but it has some bad or problematic things in there too. During the majority of the story, I'm trying to figure out if I am dead or not. I try to determine if I died in a car accident or something. Time goes backwards I try to figure things out.

I had moved into the artists' section of town Baltimore Fells Point for 17 years. There were tons of undiagnosed people there! But of course there would be! That's why I lived there! Looking back in time, I came to realize once I am here (Orlando) and found AS out, choosing to live there was also a key piece of information about the mystery. It's why I was so comfortable there.

I refer to us as "Weirdos," and plenty of my ex's had it too. My first real boyfriend (in my 20's!) was the Alpha-Monkey Weirdo in town, and he would of course be a Total Weirdo with his 200 IQ. That's part of the reason I fell for him (and it was mutual).

I'm also an artist. My work and info on the book can be found at my own website, but I can't post it for a little while longer (too new). It is mostly very funny. It is such a unique experience to just throw out some of the most private things to the world!

Jeeze this is long! Sorry.

Thank you for responding, Ingeir_Palar and persian85033! Sorry I took a few days to get back to you.

As far as reading about the dreams and such, the best book I have ever read in my life is "Seth Speaks," by Jane Roberts. I would never go to war or even get into a fist-fight over it, because who absolutely knows? I say, even if the whole damed thing is a farce, the laugh would be on them. There are wonderful things to consider in the information of the the books. It reads just flat-out, somewhat dispassionately, and maybe that is why I'm comfortable with it. It doesn't whip anyone up, so they were not trying to suck people into a cult; they were very modest people and humble in their surroundings. She died in '84 and he died rather recently.

This Seth character gives information though her, I hate to use any hokey words like channeling because such words connotative something silly or fishy from overuse. Trite. But if it really is so, great.

Here is an example:

"Now: The symbolism of ascent or decent, or of light or dark, would be meaningless to other realities of different perception mechanisms. While your religions are built around an enduring kernel of truth, the symbolism used and craftily selected by the inner self in line with its knowledge of those root assumptions you hold as valid in the physical universe. Other information, in dreams, for example, will also be given to you with the same symbolisms, generally speaking. The symbolism itself, however, was simply used by the inner self. It does not inherently belong to inner reality.

Many probable systems have perceptive mechanism far different than your own. In fact, some are based upon gestalts of awareness completely alien to you. Quite without realizing it, your ego is a result of group consciousness...''

and so forth. Interesting. He also explained how such dreams occur, and he gets into the existence of probable realities, some of them are played out in dreams of precognizion. Much of it seems to reflect some of the quantum physics concepts. I like it. It works for me.

My book is called, "A Worst Case Scenario: Art, Death, and Asperger's." It's published through iUniverse (on their site) and will also be on Amazon ans Barnes and Noble in about three weeks.

My experience has been this. I am 50 (no kids, still a kid), an only child. I was always very different. My mother used to often say, "You were never like the other children," but this was meant in an extremely positive way, unlike the critical and negative way way I see that's said to many other children today. Of course, no one knew what it was then, and I only have come across that AS even existed at all, much less applied to me.

My parents died almost at the same time (and my best friend committed suicide between them) in 1997 (there were dreams about that, too. I put them in the book. Very, very strange). I found out about AS in the last 2 years, and contrary to what I see on the TV; my parents, and my mother in particular, would have been thrilled to know it. "See I knew it! That explains things!" my mother would have said, but she would mean it positively. I am an artist (started drawing at 1 1/2 etc), extremely smart etc. and of course weird. They liked I was not "ordinary." I see so many parents on TV that are just miserable about the whole thing, and frankly it makes me sick. I don't think it's fair or right.

All the bad PR made me mad enough to come out about my own story; but it has some bad or problematic things in there too. During the majority of the story, I'm trying to figure out if I am dead or not. I try to determine if I died in a car accident or something. Time goes backwards I try to figure things out.

I had moved into the artists' section of town Baltimore Fells Point for 17 years. There were tons of undiagnosed people there! But of course there would be! That's why I lived there! Looking back in time, I came to realize once I am here (Orlando) and found AS out, choosing to live there was also a key piece of information about the mystery. It's why I was so comfortable there.

I refer to us as "Weirdos," and plenty of my ex's had it too. My first real boyfriend (in my 20's!) was the Alpha-Monkey Weirdo in town, and he would of course be a Total Weirdo with his 200 IQ. That's part of the reason I fell for him (and it was mutual).

I'm also an artist. My work and info on the book can be found at lynnbarnes.net. It is mostly very funny. It is such a unique experience to just throw out some of the most private things to the world!

Jeeze this is long! Sorry!