Yes I have.

I may have already shared this here, but I will tell it again.

My mother and I had the same dream. Funny thing, I had it first and she had about a year later. Now let me say that I do not remember all my dreams, but this is one that stuck out and was pretty vivid. I was not lucid, but on the cusp where its like your watching a movie of yourself.

The dream-

I show up at my moms house in NJ (the house I grew up in) butI arrive on a bus (even though in waking life my hometown road had no buses.)

It is the middle of the night, and as I'm running towards the house, I look back at the bus on my street and it says Seattle (which is where I currently live) I remember finding that curious in the dream... then I walk in, and its vivid like I'm really home... I walk straight to my mothers room knowing she would be sound asleep and in shock that I was there. I turn on the hallway light outside of her door... she comes rushing out. Unfortunately I could not hear us speaking, it was more of an understanding that I was trying to tell my mother something very important, and I was expressing to her very passionately that I could not stay long, and had to leave right away. She tells me something, and gives me something (but I dont know what she gave me, I just know she handed me something)... and I say a quick goodbye and then I leave very quickly. It was quite strange and curious indeed. It is a dream I always remembered but never shared, and I never wrote it down, because I remembered it so well.

So about a year later, my mom mentions it on tribe (she is a member too) and when we both shared the details of the dream it was a perfect match.

My mothers dream-

I show up in the middle of the night on a bus, and I rush my mother out of bed... She kind of remembers us exchanging something, but she mostly remembers that I showed up in the middle of the night on a bus, and that we really needed to talk very fast. I had to leave, and it was very important. In her dream she watched me leave on the bus and was quite overwhelmed at the whole thing.

OK, here is the thing... I never shared this with my mom... it is almost as if it were not a dream at all, but a memory of a shared experience that was emotionally charged... possibly of a future event my mom and I will share, or possibly an even we experienced in a parallel life...... or possibly just a shared dream that was really odd and intense.

I wonder about this one often...........