posted on Sep, 7 2014 @ 12:14 PM
In 2010, I had a series of dreams over a week. Just as vivid as the plane crash. The first dream, I was hiking in the North Georgia mtns, on the
Appalachian Trail, on a section I've very familiar with. I was hiking down a ridgeline, on a section were there are no trees so you can see off to
the east very clearly, and you can see the valley and another mtn in the distance. As I was walking down the hill, I see a giant plane off to my
left, gliding. No sound from the engines, but you kind of hear "wind?" coming from it. It was rapidly descending, like it was falling out of the
sky, like the engines just shut off in mid flight. I watched it go over the ridgeline, behind the trees, and then it crashed and exploded. From my
vantage point, I could see other planes way way off in the distance falling and crashing too. I could count about multiple 10-20 giant clouds of
smoke from a fire off in the distance. I felt the ground rumble, and shook for like 5 seconds, and that was it... I knew something was wrong, and I
ran down the mountain. I think I took an unfamiliar trail, trying to take a short cut back to my car, and came upon a older cabin. It had giant
Hemlocks around it. And the people there were "mountain folk", like old school Georgia mountain folk, like the movies. There was a family sitting
out on the front porch. Two really old man and wife, a younger scraggely couple with a couple of kids. The older grandmotherly woman came out with
some coffee, and a bible. I asked them what had happened. They said there was a breaking report on the radio, but before they heard what was going
on, the radio went out. They had gotten out the other radios, but they didn't work either. The younger couple had a Ham radio, and they were
stringing a line from tree to tree, trying to get reception, but they just kept getting static. The younger guy, was yelling at his wife who was in a
celler under the log cabin. He was yelling "keeping turning the dial till I tell you to stop!" The ham radio was picking up like blips of words.
You could catch a fraction on a radio broadcast. then it was gone. The only thing we really heard was a guy yelling "mayday mayday, need help,
please respond!" The rest was static. The younger couple was frantic, but the older couple was not fazed or scared or upset. The old man was
saying "I knew this was happened, I told you (talking to his older wife) aren't you glad we saved up all these years. Its Armageddon, its here, I
don't need the radio the worlds gone to #. The older lady, brought out some coffee, and poured me a cup. The old man looked at me, and said "You
can't stay here. We aint got enough to take care of you. But, you can stay a night or two till you get your head straight. But then you gotta
leave. You understand? We aint got nothing, but we got enough for family, that's it. Im not sending you away with Hatred, I'm just poor, and got
barely enough for my family and grandkids." Then I woke up.