There are moments in life when reality feels as though it quietly rearranges itself, with a subtle precision that only becomes visible in hindsight. For us, those moments have often arrived first through dreams, and then echoed later through lived experience.
This article is not an attempt to prove anything. It is simply a sharing: of dreams that revealed themselves as real events, and of intuitive impressions that arrived before logic could explain them. What follows is not a theory, but a lived experience… a form of personal archive from which Andrea Thorfinson and Alexandra Pasareanu are still learning to understand at 100%.
Andrea Thorfinson and Alexandra Pasareanu will share below some of our dreams and intuition events and we hope to connect with many of you who might have experienced similar insights.
Dreams That Stepped Into Reality
It was summer, and our home was full. My in-laws were visiting, and everything had been carefully planned so we could all spend time together. In the middle of this, my brother-in-law suddenly had to leave for an urgent health test, something he could not delay. His departure changed the atmosphere. We were all left wondering if he would make it back before everyone else left.
The night after he left, I dreamed he returned. Not through the front door, but through the back garden. He was wearing a black top. It felt so normal, so real, that when I woke up, I told my husband: “I think he will come back before everyone leaves.”
One week later, he did. Unexpectedly. Through the back garden. Wearing a black top. I remember standing there, realising, within minutes, that I had already seen this moment. Exactly as it happened.
That experience left like a powerful mark. It wasn’t symbolic. It wasn’t vague. It was precise. And it raised a question that would return again and again: What if some dreams are not interpretations - but previews?
A Child’s Intuition
At eight years old, I experienced my first dream that felt more like something more than just a dream.
My Nana suffered a heart attack while bathing my newborn sister and was in the hospital.
That night, I dreamed I heard a baby crying. I searched for the sound and found a crib filled with crumpled newspaper. Terrified the baby would suffocate, I frantically pulled the paper away.
There was no baby. It was my Nana.
She looked as though she was sleeping, but in the dream, I knew it was more than sleep.
The next day after school, I walked the long way home so I could pass the hospital. I wasn’t allowed inside, but I wanted to be near her. When I arrived home that afternoon, my father told me she had died peacefully in her sleep the night before.
Whether symbolic or intuitive, the dream felt less like a farewell and more like something gently preparing me for what was to come.
When a Dream Becomes a Call to Act
One night, I dreamed about a friend. The dream was layered and vivid. I saw her house, her room. Her name was written repeatedly along a bedroom wall, from the bottom to the top, as if something was trying to make sure I noticed her.
At one point, I saw my own left hand, as if I was being reminded that I was part of this message. Then she spoke in my mind: “You need to focus on earning money”. I found a piece of paper in the room, a to-do list. The second bullet point on that list read “earnings,” and it was highlighted.
When I woke up, I called her. I just felt I had to. That’s when I found out she was going through serious financial difficulty. Without the dream, I would not have known. But because of it, I was able to step in and support her.
Some dreams don’t just show, they guide. They connect us to situations we are not consciously aware of and, at times, push us toward action.
A Call in the Night
Years later, I experienced another dream. One that felt unmistakably like a visitation.
In it, I was asleep in bed. I could hear my phone ringing. Though the sound persisted, I ignored it and continued sleeping. Suddenly, my late husband, Ed, appeared beside me, shaking me urgently.
“Wake up,” he said. “Wake up - the baby needs you.”
I startled awake and reached for my phone. My sound had been off, but missed calls from the police filled the screen. It was three in the morning.
My eighteen-month-old grandson needed me. Without that call, he would have entered the foster care system - a long and painful process we eventually would have resolved, but not without trauma.
Instead, I was there when he needed me most. In that moment, I knew Ed’s voice had not come in a dream alone, it had come as a call to action.
A Sequence That Became a Life Event
There was also a series of dreams, 4 parts, across 4 consecutive nights that felt different from anything I experienced before. I never had a dream split in 4 chapters - hahaha…
In the first dream, I was in a workplace that felt new and unfamiliar at the same time. I was being called, publicly, my name announced as if I was being chosen for something. I remember the feeling of being seen.
In the second, I was in an interview at a new firm. The role was strong, close to leadership. A black cat appeared, playful, unexpected. I felt that something new was opening, something unknown but promising.
In the third, I was back in my current work environment, but everything had changed. I was reviewing the work of someone senior to me. Then the dream moved into something deeper, an encounter with my father, long conversations, tension, and eventually, a symbolic act of ending that authority. It felt like something old was being removed.
In the final dream, I saw a bride, alone, but smiling. She said: “We made a lot of money.” Then I saw a calendar, February, and that page was torn away. I was given a beautiful cup, and then it was broken by someone else. There was celebration, but also interference. Joy, but also tension.
At the time, I interpreted these dreams as being about my career path.
Months later, life unfolded in a way that felt almost scripted by those dreams:
I went through an unexpected redundancy
A completely unexpected opportunity appeared, through an agency I had never heard of, one that found me through an old CV stored online
And in a detail that still feels surreal: I signed both the redundancy and the new employment contract in February. The same month that had appeared in the dream.
The Dream That Cleared the Air
Not all dreams offer glimpses of the future. Some bring healing. Others resolve what waking life cannot. One such dream changed the course of a deeply strained relationship in my life.
For years, my relationship with my mother-in-law was marked by tension, conflict, and profound misunderstanding. Our beliefs stood in stark contrast, and our differences often erupted into painful confrontations. At times, the volatility between us created deep emotional wounds and long periods of silence. What should have been a relationship rooted in family became one defined by distance and discord.
Eventually, we stopped speaking altogether.
It was during that period of separation that I had a dream unlike any other.
In it, she came to me and said, “We have to get this out. We have to fight.” And we did. The confrontation was raw and unrestrained, fueled by years of pain and misunderstanding.
And then, just as suddenly as the fight began, it ended.
We held each other to our feet. The anger vanished, replaced by peace. We embraced.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I love you.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “I love you too.”
When I awoke, my heart was filled with gratitude. It felt less like a dream and more like a reckoning of the soul. Something within me softened. The resentment I had carried for years was gone.
Not long afterward, I was talking with a friend who is a bit of a psychic Without any prior knowledge of my experience, she described the dream with uncanny clarity. She told me that my mother-in-law’s spirit had come to clear the air, allowing us to release years of anger so it would no longer affect our waking lives.
From that point forward, everything changed.
No apologies were ever spoken. No conversations took place to address the past. And yet, our entire relationship dynamic transformed. Hostility gave way to respect. Distance softened into kindness. Over time, love quietly took root where conflict had once lived.
We still hold different beliefs, but we now meet one another with understanding and grace.
The Moment Intuition Became Real
While dreams opened the door, the moment that truly changed everything happened while I was awake.
It was a winter evening. My husband had picked me up from the train station, and we were driving home. We stopped at a traffic light in a quiet residential area.
Out of nowhere, I saw it in my mind. Not with my eyes, but clearly: a red car would pass in front of us at high speed. I didn’t think it, I knew it.
Less than 10 seconds later, it happened. Exactly as I had seen it. The car rushed past, fast and aggressive, leaving behind a harsh, unsettling sound.
I remember sitting there, shocked, asking myself: “How did I know?”
That moment stayed. It marked the point where intuition stopped being something occasional and became something undeniable.
Everyday Intuition, Repeated Again and Again
After that, I choose to give space to my internal voice and to listen. And more moments began to appear more often:
I was getting ready to go out for dinner with a friend. While dressing, I suddenly knew she would message to cancel because of a migraine. I ignored the thought. As I was leaving the house, I saw her message: she had been struggling with a migraine for the past hour.
There were times I knew who would call me before my phone rang. Times I sensed someone would knock on the door, seconds before it happened.
One day, I had a thought that my mum’s friend, someone she hadn’t spoken to in 16 years, would message her. Months later, they reconnected because he messaged her.
At work, I often knew when meetings would be cancelled. Once, I scheduled a meeting at 5pm, and I immediately knew it wouldn’t happen. I even knew why: the client would get a call from her daughter’s nursery and she would have had to run our earlier. At 3:45pm, she messaged me: her daughter had been injured at the nursery, and she had to leave early.
At business events, I sometimes knew what food would be served before seeing it.
At an awards ceremony, before the winner was announced, when I was looking at the finalists logos, I saw a company’s logo in my mind and I knew they will be the winner… and they were.
Even small things, like knowing a friend’s father was into hiking before ever hearing it, kept happening.
Each moment, on its own, could be dismissed.
But together, they formed a pattern I could no longer ignore.
Intuition That Arrived as Knowing
Even as a young child, the age of twenty-six frightened me. Not the number itself—but the age. I could never explain why. It was simply a dread that lived quietly beneath the surface of my awareness. So strong was this feeling that when I turned twenty-six, my mother and I held our breath throughout the year, not fully exhaling until my twenty-seventh birthday passed.
As my husband Ed approached his own twenty-seventh birthday, that childhood fear returned.
For two weeks before his birthday, I was overwhelmed by a series of inexplicable sensations. The first time, I was walking to work when it struck me with startling force. It felt as though I had been physically slammed in the gut. Tears welled instantly in my eyes, my heart ached as if it were breaking, and a single thought echoed through my mind:
Ed is dead.
I shook it off, convincing myself it was merely the old childhood fear resurfacing. But the feeling returned - again and again - over the next two weeks. Each time, it arrived with the same crushing certainty, leaving me shaken and unable to explain why.
Two months to the day before his twenty-seventh birthday, Ed died.
Whether intuition, subconscious awareness, or something beyond explanation, the experience left an indelible mark on my life. It taught me to honor the quiet voice within. The one that speaks without reason yet carries a truth the heart somehow understands.
Giving Space to Intuition
Looking back, I don’t believe this started suddenly. I believe it was always there.
What changed was that I began to give it space.
Since 2013, I had been exploring meditation, trying different techniques, searching for something that felt natural to me. Over time, I found that one method resonated deeply with me: what is often referred to as third eye meditation.
At the beginning, there was no intention to develop intuition. I was simply exploring meditation to get the benefits of relaxed mind, like many people do, trying to understand what worked for me.
But over time, I realised something important. This practice was not just calming the mind, it was opening a door.
It created a kind of internal quietness, a space where intuition could come through more clearly. It allowed me not only to receive these impressions, but to recognise them, and eventually, to trust them.
I give a lot of credit to this practice. Not because it “created” intuition, but because it helped me access it.
I wrote an article about it and if you want to explore more have a look at: Third Eye Meditation for Inner Stillness: Access the Alpha State
Aphantasia, Intuition, and the Inner World
I live with aphantasia, meaning I do not voluntarily form mental images in my mind the way many people do. For a long time, I wondered whether that made certain spiritual experiences less available to me.
What I’ve come to learn is the opposite. Inner knowing does not depend solely on pictures. Guidance can arrive through feeling, quiet certainty, dreams, synchronicities, language, and a truth that lands without explanation.
Aphantasia has taught me there are many ways to perceive beyond the visual. Some people receive through imagery. Others through sensation, energy, or an inner whisper that simply knows.
If this topic speaks to you, I explore it more deeply in Aphantasia and Spiritual Awakening: Are We Left Out?
Where My Journey Stands Now
This is still a work in progress for me.
There are moments when I ask questions and receive clear answers, and moments when there is nothing or I just dont understand the answer given. Times when intuition feels immediate, and times when it is silent.
I am still learning how to listen. How to ask. How to fully trust.
But one thing is certain:
Something within us knows.
And when we give it space, through stillness, through attention, through openness, it begins to speak.
The question is no longer whether it exists.
The question is whether we are willing to listen to our dreams and our internal voice.
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I love that you have documented these and put them out for all to see - our natural psychic human nature. We are all so intertwined. Such magic here. Thank you!
These are wonderfully fulfilling to read. What a great compilation! Brilliant 💡