When My Nightmare Became Their Reality

This morning, I had a dream.

A disturbing one.

A lorry carrying jackfruits was climbing a steep, 45-degree bridge. Suddenly, it lost control due to overweight and tumbled down, killing several people. I saw the crash, the panic, the screams, and a strange weight in my chest that followed me even after I woke up.

I shook it off thinking that it's just a random nightmare.

But then I saw the newspaper this afternoon and I was literally shocked to see what was waiting for me.. 


On the morning of July 14, 2025, in Andhra Pradesh, a lorry loaded with mangoes overturned on a steep slope in Annamayya district, crushing nine people to death and injuring over ten others.

It was hauntingly similar to my dream.
A heavy fruit-laden lorry with mangoes instead of jackfruits.
A steep terrain.
A sudden crash.
Lives lost.

I didn’t watch the news. I didn’t read anything beforehand. I had no way of knowing this would happen.
Yet my mind dreamt it... hours before it occurred.

I kept asking myself "How did I dream something so close to reality? Was it just a coincidence? Or was it something deeper?" And i researched a bit regarding that

Here are some ideas that shook me:

1. Carl Jung’s Theory – The Collective Unconscious

Psychologist Carl Jung believed that all humans share a deep, unconscious layer of the mind called the collective unconscious.
It’s where symbols, instincts, and universal knowledge live beyond time or space.

Maybe my mind tapped into this collective web and accessed an echo of something that was about to happen. A kind of psychic ripple that traveled through the unseen.

2. Precognitive Dreaming

Precognitive dreams are when people see or feel events before they actually occur.

Thousands of real-life stories..plane crashes, deaths, accidents, have been dreamt of just before they happened.
It’s rare. But it’s not impossible.

Science can’t fully explain it yet. But that doesn’t make it not real for the people who experience it.

3. Spiritual Intuition / Vibrational Connection

Some people believe dreams are more than images they’re messages. And I'm one of them too. As I've already mentioned that dreams speak the feelings which can't be expressed. They are the true version of ourselves.. So, whatever is reflected on our dreams we should reflect it on ourselves.

It can also be like a spiritual way of shifting energy shifts in the universe..
I didn’t see the news. I didn’t hear anything. But maybe my spirit felt it.
Maybe I’m more connected to the world around me than I realize.


When I saw the headlines, I froze.
It was like my dream was no longer just a nightmare. It had stepped into the real world.
I felt amazed. Confused. Shocked. And honestly, a bit scared.
But more than anything… I felt responsible.
As if my dream was a mirror held up to reality, showing me how fragile and unpredictable life really is. And how much more there is beneath the surface of what we think we know. 

And if I look back at the dreams I’ve had in the past… most of them have always hidden something...some deeper version of myself that I didn’t know existed.
Some dreams revealed truths I hadn’t even accepted yet.
Some taught me things about who I really am.
There were many small incidents in my life that ended up eerily similar to dreams I had earlier...but nothing ever came close to this. Not something involving the lives of people.
And I feel deeply sorry for them.

To the souls lost in that accident..
May you rest in peace.
You didn’t deserve to go that way.
And if, somehow, my dream was a glimpse of your final moments…
I hope your story lives on with dignity.

So to anyone reading this..
If you’ve ever had a dream that felt too real,
If you’ve ever had a gut feeling that turned out to be true,
Don’t ignore it.

Maybe our dreams are more than just stories.
Maybe they’re signals.
And maybe, just maybe… we’re all a little more connected than we realize.
Because, the dreams we experience every night are the truest version of ourselves, without the mask we wear every day.


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