1995 - Kundan Sharma, my friend who is like an older brother to me was hurt in my dream; I called him up in the morning to find if everything was alright. He asked me to tell him what I saw, and I told him that there was some stupid accident. He said he was flying to India that day, and decided to cancel it. That evening he totaled his Cadillac but thank God nothing happened, he called me to thank me.
2004 - Again Kundan Sharma and I were driving a car somewhere in Florida, the causeway just broke off, and our car hung in the middle, half dangling over the ocean below and the other half on the raised up road, either way it would be a steep fall. I woke up restless, called him up the next morning, he said, he was going through some difficult times at that time and appreciated the dream, so he can take an alternative.
2007 - Sudesh bhabi (Kundan's wife) was in pain, I called her up. She was in the hospital, the previous evening her car had rolled over her from the garage drive way when she went to pick up the mail. She had a severe fractured leg.
Kundan and I shared offices in the same building and we became good friends, he is more like a big brother to me. Both of us have gotten busy and have not seen each other for a while, we saw each other frequently when DJ Sharma, my office partner was alive. I always wondered what was the connection? We both ended up with the song - Tera Mujh say hai pehle ka naata kahin.
By the way, I sang that song when Mina was born, and that's how her Middle name was named Dilshad, I saw my sister Dilshad in her and felt the connection was there from an earlier life, like in previous birth ( I don't believe in it though). Years later I had a conversation with Alka Yagnik, singer of the original song, and in the middle of lobby of the auditorium with hundreds of people around, she sang that song for Mina on my little tape recorder. Lala Laala, lalla la..lalla la la lalaa. Mina this is for you. I never saw the movie but the song had grown on me. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vO35DVm_5ts )
2008 - Arun Vittala and I had not seen each other for nearly 5 years, he was standing in the middle of the street, all worried. That was not him, a positive man, so I called him up - his brother had passed away in India and he was figuring how to get there and he was surprised too that I called and I was amazed with that connection.
Arun and I became friends through Cricket, when I organized a major cricket tournament in Dallas in 1996; he was a key partner in organizing the game, and for many years after that. He organized the North Texas Cricket Association and became its first president. I remained involved for many years and was a president for two terms.
0000 - Phillip Ramsaroop looked tensed up to me in pain, so I called Vidya his wife. Phillip was undergoing surgery on his leg in the hospital in Arlington. Phillip has since moved to Florida. He was instrumental in explaining the difference between acceptance and tolerance while defining Pluralism years ago. He was President of the D/FW Hindu temple and considered honoring me a title of "Honorary Hindu" as I spoke up for Hinduism where ever it was misunderstood. FYI, I do that with faiths and cultures including Atheistic tradition. He is a great singer of Hindu devotional songs and I have played some of his songs on my Religious radio shows way back in 2003.
1971 - Dr. Narsimaiah, The Vice Chancellor of Bangalore University, Mahatma Gandhi and I were sitting around a dining table. Gandhi put his hand on my back, and said "Son, you have a lot of work to do" I understood, it was the work around building communal harmony in India at that time.
2003 - Mahatma Gandhi was in a halo, and did the same thing again, patted on my back and said, "Son, you continue the work" and I must say that I found myself deeply committed to the Pluralism work, the closet events were death of my mother and the Gujarat Genocides that had deeply affected me.
1970's - Whenever my sister Dilshad was hurt, I felt the pain and I would see her in my dream. Damn me, I am feeling tender now. At that time, she was in Rai Bareilly, India with Noorda, her husband. Invariably I would see her in my dreams.
60's - When we were kids, it was a routine for me and my brothers and sister to pile up on our father, first thing in the morning, and we all used to share our little dreams and he would his. They were some of the most beautiful moments of my life. One Sunday morning, my father told us that he saw his Uncle dying and had summoned him to appraise him about the situation, and he told my father where he wanted to be buried, after all it was a dream he shared.
Tuesday morning rolls, and around 11:00 AM, we got a telegram (those days, no cell phones, no faxes, not even a phone in our neighborhood) that my grandfather (great uncle in American terms) had passed away. My father rushed and got him buried on the same spot where he had told him in his dream. The man was considered a holy man and every year the townspeople celebrate and visit his grave, of course, I did not subscribe to such celebrations.
2004 - This is unreal, but real, I saw winning 6.4 Million dollars in lottery, told my wife and kids about the dream, she asked if I had actually purchased the ticket, and I pulled the ticket and checked. I won $64.00; we ate a lot of doughnuts that day.
One of the ugliest dreams that I have not seen in a few years was my inability to put breaks on the vehicle I was driving, I could not lift my foot, like my foot was bolted the floor...and it would not reach the break pad..and before I hit something, I would wake up panting and puffing. Thank God, I have not seen that again in the last four years, I must have seen that at least once year for nearly twenty years.
One of the most consistent dreams that I have seen for years was flying. I would just lean forward and lift off like the Harriett jet and go everywhere. One time, I actually got up and made an attempt to fly to found out that I was out of the dream. A few years ago, a gentleman from UK sent a note on the face book, that he had the same precise dream, since then, a few others have mentioned having similar dreams. It is the most beautiful dream and I would love a repeat.
Mike Ghouse is a speaker, thinker and a writer on pluralism, politics, peace, Islam, Israel, India, interfaith, and cohesion at work place and standing up for others as an activist. He is committed to building a Cohesive America and offers pluralistic solutions on issues of the day at www.TheGhousediary.com. Mike has a strong presence on national and local TV, Radio and Print Media. He is a frequent guest on Sean Hannity show on Fox TV, and a commentator on national radio networks, he contributes weekly to the Texas Faith Column at Dallas Morning News, fortnightly at Huffington post, and several other periodicals across the world. His personal site www.MikeGhouse.net indexes everything you want to know about him.