The night before the tragedy in NYC happenned I had an extremely vivid dream about the end of our civilization. I lived only three hours from where they hit. In the dream a war had happenned and everyone was evacuating a city but it wasn't New York, I don't know what city it was. I could feel everything, smell, touch, just as real as sitting here right now. Riots were going on and the military had shown up with these strange looking tanks and big giant guns. I found myself in the middle of a huge crowd that was surging forward away from the tanks when I tripped and fell and people began to pile up on top of me. Then, as dreams go, I found myself on an old dirt road way out in the country somewhere. An old woman was standing beside the road and she pointed to a horse in a field. Without speaking she told me I need to learn to ride a horse. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the horse and we were travelling down the road. Then I saw myself from the sky and I could feel the wings of a bird as my appendages. I kept telling the me on the horse not to be afraid because I've never ridden a horse. I felt it was extremely important to learn how. The me in the sky came down and landed on me on the horse on my shoulder and I felt more cofident and at once whole again. Just then I crested a hill and I could see plumes of smoke far off in the distance and I could make out specks that were people travelling in my direction. We stopped and I was filled with a very profound and overwhelming sadness. I couldn't get my thoughts straight but I knew that this was something extremely important. Just then I woke up. I was in a sweat and for the first few moments everything was distorted almost as if my waking world were puting itself back together again. I didn't hear anything about the towers until later that day like most people but I had to sit down and I couldn't talk because of the dream I'd had. It's been on my mind ever since. A few weeks ago I had another dream and I was on the same road travelling towards a mountain range somewhere. I was with a large group of people who were trying to make it to safety. Suddenly I felt arms grabbing my hands and neck and I was pulled away by by some individuals wearing these silver masks and all in black. It was like they were part organic and part machine. They pulled me into some sort of compound and started interrogating me about where the people were going. For some reason they couldn't go where all these people were going. There was some great safety there that they didn't know how to get to. it was like it wasn't even a location. It was some sort of power. They were torturing me and wouldn't stop. Just before the dream ended it dawned on me that I was there only link. If they didn't get it from me, they'd never get it. I felt a great satisfaction and just smiled at them. That was it. I knew those people were going to be just fine. Everything went black and I woke up. I'm not just putting this out here for the heck of it or making something up. I'm wondering if there's anyone else who's had similar dreams or if this might mean something to them. Not like analysis but maybe like a piece in a puzzle?
That's really creepy...I had a dream-ish type thing. You know when you have just a bad feeling that something's going to happen, and there's no reason for that feeling but you just get it? I had that the night before 9/11 and I told my parents but they said it was probably nothing. So then I couldn't fall asleep and I was kind of just thinking for hours...and then I fell into that half asleep/half awake thing and I heard people screaming and just had these bad feelings...it was scary, especially because I don't usually have nightmares. My Grandma had a dream a lot like that, too. On the same night, only she was actually asleep. And the feeling was still there with me on 9/11, but I thought maybe I WAS being ridiculous. But there are so many stories like that, like of wives who had nightmares about planes and wouldn't let their husbands go to work in the buildings that day. It was so scary for me. My dad had worked on the 89th floor of the first building that was hit for years and had moved out of his office to work at another firm on September 10th. It was scary.
