A different kind of dream
03.10.07 (8:09 am) [
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A different kind of dream
I remember a few years back, that I had a dream that disturbed me a bit. It was not a nightmare, but there was some fear associated with it. It was like I did not understand what was going on. In the dream, I was someone in the city, a very large city, walking down the street, when suddenly buildings started to fall, explosions were heard, and people running in a panic. I did not know what was going on, at first I thought the city was being destroyed and joined some people in running into a building for cover; there was smoke and ash everywhere. After a short time we came out, and I was surprised to see most of the buildings still standing. I then woke up, wondering what the dream was about. Three days later 911 happened. I have read that many people had dreams similar to mine just before this event; I wonder if they were really connected to that tragedy?
Before the above dream, I had a similar one in texture if not content, that happened in the mid nineties. I dreamed that I was running with a group of people in the jungle. Like the above dream, I was someone else, just running in a panic; now this was truly a nightmare. Suddenly I was covered over by a great deal of mud, and in the dream I died, drowned in the mud, and woke up gasping for air; my heart pounding, almost coming out of my chest. Two days later the tragedy in Central America, of the mud slide, that destroyed a village happened. Were these connected?
Lately I have been having similar dreams. In the first dream that I had about a week ago, I dreamed that I was one of three terrorist, who were waiting to die, because they knew that a bomb would soon go off that would destroy a city. The flash happened and I prepared myself for death, I closed my eyes, prayed, even fell to the ground. However I survived. The blast was not as strong as we thought it would be. A lot of damage, but the city was not destroyed like we thought.
The next dream was about me looking up into the sky, the day was normal, and I was talking on the phone. Suddenly I saw a plane shot down, and then two passenger planes were blown up, totally encased in fire as they dropped to the earth. I started screaming, and could not believe what I was seeing. Then the dream ended.
Perhaps the first two dreams meant nothing, and the events coming in close succession of the dreams given meaning only by me. Perhaps the dreams pick up the underlying stress I am under, hearing all the time of possible terrorist attacks. I don’t know. I hope they mean nothing. In the mean time I just pray, and hope that one day soon we learn of better ways to deal with our problems.
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