It only took my grandmother’s accusatory glare to suspend my belief in her predictive dreams. I know I’m not pregnant. But it also made me wonder why I believed in them in the first place. True, predictive dreams have historically played a big role in African American society but I’ve always believed that they were just our mind’s way of sorting out the things that have happened to us in the past, symbolically or literally. But in the case of my grandmother, I’ve always come back to the belief that her dreams were prophetic in some ways, that perhaps through her instincts and life experiences, she had learned to interpret current and past in such a precise way that she is able to accurately guess at future events, namely pregnancies. Lo and behold, she was correct yet again, one of my cousins is currently expecting.
So while I might “split poles” and put my purse on the floor, I still have no desire to test the authenticity of my grandmother’s dreams.