There was a time in my life for several years where I would have very detailed premonition dreams of plane crashes. It was horrific. I could always tell that they were premonitions and not just dreams/nightmares. One example was when I had a dream that a 747 exploded killing everybody aboard. When I woke I knew with every fiber of my being that somewhere in the world - within weeks - there would be a Jumbo 747 that explodes in the air killing every passenger and crew.
I told my then girlfriend and my mother about it. They basically shrugged it off understandably but I was vigilant watching the news and already upset that I knew there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. Sure enough about two weeks later on July 17, 1996, TWA Flight 800 - a 747 - exploded and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean killing all 230 people aboard.
Another time I had a premonition of an airliner that crashed in a wooded area. In this dream I actually walked into the broken fuselage, pulled a curtain aside and there were all these people sitting in their seats staring at me, stunned. I tried to tell them their plane had crashed and it was time to go to the Light, that it was going to be okay. The very next day the news top story was of a commercial airliner that had crashed in a wooded area not far from a neighborhood.
I could usually predict the carrier based on the livery (color scheme) I would see. I would know it would be an American Airlines or UPS, etc. I hated these premonitions because I could never understand why I was tuned into them and not given enough information to do anything about it and even if I did have adequate information who would I call? Who would believe me? Worse, who would think I myself had plotted the disaster? "So tell me, how DID you exactly know this information before it happened, hmmm?"
I remember after the national tragedy of September 11, 2001 I was shocked that I didn't have one of my premonitions foretelling the profoundly sad day. Especially something that shook the entire planet. Then one day it hit me like a bag of bricks.
I suddenly recalled the dream I had when I was a little boy. I was walking in a huge city looking up and admiring all of the tall skyscrapers when I suddenly saw a commercial jet that looked aluminum in color fly over the top of me, out of my view and then a massive explosion! Thinking back on it, I brushed it off as just a scary dream and thought nothing more of it. Why that premonition took decades to manifest I'll never really know.
It's been years since I've had one of these premonitions - thankfully. I guess I was tuned into some level of reality that opened me up to imminent disasters. A mystery I may never quite discover the answer to.