Lottery Dreams
I read an article the other day about the apparent ability of some players to predict their future in their dreams. We're not talking about dreams of friends who just happen to call them on the phone a week later, but dreams of lottery numbers that happen to be drawn, giving the lucky dreamer a jackpot fortune for his or her trouble.
The author of the article (who I won't name to save them from due public scorn and ridicule) used the reports of such dreams as a springboard to suggest that any of us can "dream ourselves a fortune" if we just learn the right techniques. Apparently, it's all to do with Akashic records, karma, universal consciousness and the willingness of the reader to spend the cost of a particularly good meal for two on the author's own course of instruction...
Now please don't get me wrong, I like to be optimistic. In fact, I don't see how anyone but an optimist could play any lottery game on a regular basis. But when it comes to the idea of changing reality by learning to "think cosmically" and "chant prosperity" I have to hold my hands up and say, "enough of this bull!"
Some people do dream of lottery numbers and then win a jackpot the following week, but that's nothing more than an interesting - and fortunate - coincidence. Some people get their winning numbers from the registration plates of motor vehicles, or from their bank statements. But does that mean that cars are cosmic angels bringing messages of good fortune, or that banks are really money fairies sending secret messages to their customers? I think not.
What the believers in such new age "flim flam" (as respected author James Randi calls it) fail to recognise is that human beings have very selective memories. If we dream of a set of numbers and we become millionaires because those same numbers come up in the lottery, we tend to remember that dream and we often give it some special significance. But what about all the dreams that haven't come true?
What about that dream I had of being a Lear Jet pilot? Or the one in which I became a rock star? Or the one of spending a particularly memorable night with Nicole Kidman? And what about the host of numbers I've dreamed about that have never even come close? If dreams, cosmic thoughts and universal consciousness was as reliable as flim-flam believers suggest, all of these things should have occurred in reality. And sadly - especially in reference to Nicole Kidman - none of them have. I therefore do what most other human beings do: I conveniently forget the thousands of failures whilst being careful to give the odd success some artificial significance.
I'm sorry to ramble on about this, but hey, that's what blogs are for. My point today is that, although having some kind of "cosmic delivery service" would be nice, it's just a fantasy. The odds of one person winning the lottery are exactly the same as anyone else's, regardless of how they think, what they chant or which magnetic pole they face when they sleep at night.
Hopefully the majority of readers will consider these points and avoid such "airy fairy" ideas like the time-wasting nonsense they are. But for those who, despite all evidence to the contrary, insist on believing in such magical notions, I respect your choice and would politely direct you to Ebay, where I have put a very special pot of Invisible Cosmic Wishing Dust up for auction at a sensational bargain price...
Article Last Updated: 10/01/2007 12:48:45
