In September 2001 I had a dream. A lifelong NYC resident, I was in my mother's apartment, and oddly fell asleep in the afternoon on her bed.
Begin dream
I'm standing opposite a highway overpass which was near my mother's house. Although the wrong perspective, the twin towers were in the background. My
boyfriend had yanked me out of the way of the two towers tumbling over.
From there I walked alone and across the globe. When I got to the Middle East, there was gun fire on both sides of the road I was traveling on, and
lined with sand bags.
I chose the left side because there seemed to be Far East Asian children with clear colored water guns as oppose to the adults with real guns. To my
dismay, the children's guns shot real bullets and they began shooting at me, so I took off...
I end up in the Far East where bombs were falling from the sky. I felt as if I were the only foreigner but I felt a strong sense of hand to hand
combat war. I could feel the ground shake.
I entered a Buddhist temple where there were a few people praying. I do not know how and I felt a strong need to pay homage my way- the Our Father. I
was petrified to bow on my knees and pray- I really felt this fear that someone of the temple was going to kill me as my eyes were shut. As the bombs
went off and the roof began to buckle, I said the Our Father, completed it safely. I then woke up with a sense if hearing the words "We all have one
God."
Simultaneously my friend shook me awake in real life. As I stirred, I gasped aloud, "They're going to bomb us!!
She said, " Who is??"
"The terrorists!!"
"No silly that was just a dream..."
Five days later she called me before her husband who worked for FDNY... On 911...
So immediately I feel these deep sense of grief because although I couldn't put my finger on it- I knew... So I prayed, fasted, meditated,
implored...
Silence.
Then every now and then I would hear stories all the way up to children as suicide bombers... Really this is happening?
I still feel tremendous guilt somewhat wishing I had passed in it than to submit that I did nothing... Could I have known?
Then one ordinary night it happened.
I begin to hear before I see- fade from black.
I'm in a semicircle auditorium (the Buddhist temple was also semicircular hmmmm) with a few levels of connected workstations. This doesn't usually
happen but I wasn't just watching it- I had jumped in a man's body. I don't speak nor understand Russian- but from the language and the words that was
my guess. I have no idea why I'm here.
I'm in a tall man, a little heavy set, big guy. He's in his 50s maybe 60.
Big hands hairy knuckles and married. His wedding ring was white and yellow gold intertwined. He constantly rubs his eyes under his prescription
glasses so I know he suffers from dry eye. Other than that I know nothing about him. Oh he drinks coffee black.
He seems like a supervisor because he never stayed at a specific desk.
Again I know nothing of Russian so I have no idea what was being said.
The individual workstation screens are split to the 24 screens that were in front of the huge windowless room. Different screens and different jobs.
They literally had two red buttons with key locks. Literally.
I was able to read one thing as I could manipulate almost nothing... A copy of the New York Times...
And what I got from it was ...ember..,.016.
Well there was a countdown clock and two men that had keys to turn them simultaneously...
The screen on the front wall become one and it was a satellite image of the US across to Europe and West Africa- a global view. I see three more
English words lower left hand of the screen
Google Satellite Imagery
Basically three nukes
One after the other
Boston
NY
DC
They were cheering and congratulating each other and chanting the name of someone I wrote down on a post it as soon as I woke up. This dream happened
in 2002 so please understand when I say I looked up the name found out he died in the 1960s was considered one of the fathers of Russian nuclear
physics and I lost the post it...I remember it sounding like Gorbachev obviously isn't.
So for a good amount of time watching the live images there was nothing to be seen except a cloud. Maybe ten fifteen minutes pass before everyone
calmed down. Ok... What I saw...
The cloud extended to the middle of Florida and the edges cleared first. Florida became an island the Everglades flooded over. Most of the states look
like someone bit it and the mood in the room became dark and dank. They underestimated big time I know that.
So I'll get to the part I manipulated- In English this Russian man yells out "What have we done?"
I dropped the coffee and watched the contents spill out in slow motion as I woke up.
I had figured out when to pay attention to my dreams it seems to fit- the presence of time in my dreams like clocks...
There were six international world clocks in the room of doom.
Also: I had a sense that it was US owned equipment lol
edit on 4-7-2016 by Scarfina because: (no reason given)
edit on 4-7-2016 by Scarfina because: Needed to add something and
typos.