Thursday, May 29, 2003
Please help me INTERPRET MY DREAM:
Kelly and I are walking through the streets of Washington DC. All around us we see landmarks. There are street vendors and balloons and the smell of hot dogs in the air. It’s a beautiful day outside and there is a cloudless sky. As we walk along, Kelly and I laugh at different things and talk about the fact that we are having a great time visiting DC.
We hear an airplane approaching overhead and we both stop to see where it is coming from. Over the top of a very tall building, we see a jumbo jet fly into our vision. We both comment on how low the plane is flying and how slowly it seems to be moving. As the plane crosses our line of vision, it seems to sink even lower to the ground. Just before it is out of sight, the plane turns it’s nose and looks directly at Kelly and me. Kelly and I laugh out loud as we have never seen a plane turn its nose and stare at someone before. We walk to the end of the sidewalk and watch the plane swivel back and come back toward us. We notice the White House in plain view. The airplane flies towards the White House and just as it’s about to collide into the roof, it accelerates speed and bounces off the building as though the entire thing is made of rubber. It literally bounces off and keep flying.
That’s when the streets and buildings start to shake uncontrollably. Kelly and I stop laughing and realize that there is an earthquake starting. The crowds in the street start panicking and we hear someone yell “It’s the terrorists!” Kelly and I look up and see the tops of skyscrapers swaying in the wind. Mass confusion and hysteria. People are running and screaming. We see mother’s trying to grab their children as they frantically figure out how to take shelter. To our left someone calls Kelly’s name. “Kelly! Kelly, bring Joe and get in here.”
I don’t recognize the face of the person who calls us, but I see that he is standing in the doorway of a museum. Kelly and I quickly run over to the man and he ushers us into the grand lobby of some random museum. When we get inside, we notice that there are hundreds of people crammed into the lobby. There are still screams all around us. Kelly and I move to the center of the room. Suddenly there is silence in the lobby. Not a sound. Kelly and I look at each other wondering why everyone is so quiet. “I don’t think this is an earthquake”, I say to her.
The walls of the museum start to wobble and shake. Then, without warning, both of the walls on the east and west side of the building collapse in on themselves. Mass hysteria again. Kelly and I can see that everyone standing underneath the walls are immediately crushed. We are then bounced around like a pinball by everyone trying to grab their families and get out of the building. I glance to my left and see that not only have the walls caved in, they are being moved into the center of the room, seemingly by a 90 ft. bulldozer, although I can’t actually see the piece of machinery.
Kelly grabs my arm and when I look at her, I notice tears streaming down her face. “We are going to die Joe. We are going to die today.” I grab her by the arm and I start shoving people out of the way. Cinderblocks begin falling from the ceiling. They crash all around us. People are being crushed immediately by the falling cement. Still holding onto Kelly, I begin climbing over the fallen blocks. I can see the exit door and although it can’t be more than 25 feet away, it feels as though we will never reach it. I climb and climb and shove people to the left and right. I look back to make sure Kelly is still behind me and I see that she is lying on the floor. She is dead. A cinderblock has crushed her skull. I stand and look at her in horror. It is at this point, that I realize that I am going to die too. I begin to ask God for a chance at survival. With people screaming and dying all around me, I ask God to spare my life. A peace washes over me as I look through the falling rocks at the door. I say “I’m going to die. I am going to die today.” With that, the entire ceiling falls and I stare at the rocks as gravity pulls them to earth.
I wake up with a start in my bed. I am covered in sweat and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Now, I am known for having nightmares. I dream vividly every night, but about once a week, I get a horrible dream that I just can’t shake. This one in particular was so horrifying that I sat in my bed for a half an hour smoking cigarettes, trying to get my mind on something else. I prayed to God over and over asking him to clear my thoughts. My biggest fear was going back to sleep and re-entering the dream, which has happened to me before.
Eventually I did fall back to sleep and I didn’t have the dream again. But since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I run the events of the dream over and over in my head in great detail. It makes my stomach hurt.
What do you think it means?
Kelly and I are walking through the streets of Washington DC. All around us we see landmarks. There are street vendors and balloons and the smell of hot dogs in the air. It’s a beautiful day outside and there is a cloudless sky. As we walk along, Kelly and I laugh at different things and talk about the fact that we are having a great time visiting DC.
We hear an airplane approaching overhead and we both stop to see where it is coming from. Over the top of a very tall building, we see a jumbo jet fly into our vision. We both comment on how low the plane is flying and how slowly it seems to be moving. As the plane crosses our line of vision, it seems to sink even lower to the ground. Just before it is out of sight, the plane turns it’s nose and looks directly at Kelly and me. Kelly and I laugh out loud as we have never seen a plane turn its nose and stare at someone before. We walk to the end of the sidewalk and watch the plane swivel back and come back toward us. We notice the White House in plain view. The airplane flies towards the White House and just as it’s about to collide into the roof, it accelerates speed and bounces off the building as though the entire thing is made of rubber. It literally bounces off and keep flying.
That’s when the streets and buildings start to shake uncontrollably. Kelly and I stop laughing and realize that there is an earthquake starting. The crowds in the street start panicking and we hear someone yell “It’s the terrorists!” Kelly and I look up and see the tops of skyscrapers swaying in the wind. Mass confusion and hysteria. People are running and screaming. We see mother’s trying to grab their children as they frantically figure out how to take shelter. To our left someone calls Kelly’s name. “Kelly! Kelly, bring Joe and get in here.”
I don’t recognize the face of the person who calls us, but I see that he is standing in the doorway of a museum. Kelly and I quickly run over to the man and he ushers us into the grand lobby of some random museum. When we get inside, we notice that there are hundreds of people crammed into the lobby. There are still screams all around us. Kelly and I move to the center of the room. Suddenly there is silence in the lobby. Not a sound. Kelly and I look at each other wondering why everyone is so quiet. “I don’t think this is an earthquake”, I say to her.
The walls of the museum start to wobble and shake. Then, without warning, both of the walls on the east and west side of the building collapse in on themselves. Mass hysteria again. Kelly and I can see that everyone standing underneath the walls are immediately crushed. We are then bounced around like a pinball by everyone trying to grab their families and get out of the building. I glance to my left and see that not only have the walls caved in, they are being moved into the center of the room, seemingly by a 90 ft. bulldozer, although I can’t actually see the piece of machinery.
Kelly grabs my arm and when I look at her, I notice tears streaming down her face. “We are going to die Joe. We are going to die today.” I grab her by the arm and I start shoving people out of the way. Cinderblocks begin falling from the ceiling. They crash all around us. People are being crushed immediately by the falling cement. Still holding onto Kelly, I begin climbing over the fallen blocks. I can see the exit door and although it can’t be more than 25 feet away, it feels as though we will never reach it. I climb and climb and shove people to the left and right. I look back to make sure Kelly is still behind me and I see that she is lying on the floor. She is dead. A cinderblock has crushed her skull. I stand and look at her in horror. It is at this point, that I realize that I am going to die too. I begin to ask God for a chance at survival. With people screaming and dying all around me, I ask God to spare my life. A peace washes over me as I look through the falling rocks at the door. I say “I’m going to die. I am going to die today.” With that, the entire ceiling falls and I stare at the rocks as gravity pulls them to earth.
I wake up with a start in my bed. I am covered in sweat and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Now, I am known for having nightmares. I dream vividly every night, but about once a week, I get a horrible dream that I just can’t shake. This one in particular was so horrifying that I sat in my bed for a half an hour smoking cigarettes, trying to get my mind on something else. I prayed to God over and over asking him to clear my thoughts. My biggest fear was going back to sleep and re-entering the dream, which has happened to me before.
Eventually I did fall back to sleep and I didn’t have the dream again. But since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I run the events of the dream over and over in my head in great detail. It makes my stomach hurt.
What do you think it means?
