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Sept. 11 Prophetic
Dream
by Danny L.
I was intrigued by the stories on your pages. But none of them are as specific as what you are about to read. Note that this dream was reported, in exactly this way, to my date on the night before the attacks.
Preface - I live in Missouri. During the campaign for Governor of Missouri, 2000, Ashcroft vs. Mel Carnahan, I had the following disturbing dream one night. I was in the dark and heard the approach of an airplane in distress. Closer and closer it came, from all directions it seemed - could not locate it aurally or visually in the dream. Then, a thunderous explosion and I wake up, badly shaken.
A day or so later, Carhanan's private plane crashed in heavy rain and thick fog, a few miles from my house. Witnesses on the scene described "hearing the plane but not being able to spot it in the fog and rain."
Fast-forward to September 2001. I had a peculiar dream, and related it to my date at dinner - the day was Sunday 9/9/01. I found myself in a semi-darkened building, racing frantically from floor to floor - everywhere mangled bodies, legs, arms, torsos - but strangely no color at all and no motion, total silence and stillness - and everything was covered with a thick layer of gray dust. Finally I come to a floor where I spot a small maroon form, writhing in agony, clearly a baby, because it is wearing a white diaper. I move over to it and it reaches out and grabs my ankle - and I sense a message from it - HELP ME! - a real cry of desperation that sent a shudder through me. I was so bothered by this dream that I went to great lengths describing it to my date the next night, and told her how I felt "oddly disturbed" by it, and could not get it out of my mind. Two days later the terrorists struck.
Needless to say, when the attacks were over and everything was covered with gray dust, I was shocked. There is no question that my dream was somehow prophetic - but as you will see from the information in it, there is no way to use something like this as predictive data. Nevertheless I worry about what I will dream next, and would be more than happy not to dream at all. Strangely, even years before the event, I was always concerned that a plane would fly into a skyscraper, and wondered what I would do in that situation. When I worked in high rises, I always had a contingency plan - something about the horror of being trapped by flames and left with the choice of roasting or jumping filled me with unimaginable dread - odd, because by nature I am not a fearful person. I've always loved flying, never worried about accidents, picked itineraries with the maximum amount of takeoffs and landings - even fancied myself the first man on Mars as a kid. In the last few years, however, I had become increasingly paranoid about being on a commercial jet - this did not extend to general aviation aircraft or helicopters or even prop planes - just commercial jets. When I would see one over downtown St. Louis, I'd have odd thoughts of seeing it plunge into a building - I could not understand this at all and had to force myself not to dwell on such things.
In any case, this kind of thing happens to me all the time. I also had a premonition about the shuttle Columbia, and mentioned it in an online forum - only I was worried the astronauts would be killed on launch. The bottom line is - these dreams seem to have no power of prediction - in my way of understanding it, we are hearing a "shout across time" of the horror experienced by the victims. This thought is perhaps more disturbing than the event itself.
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