We all have dreams, even if we don't remember them when we wake up. I have had plenty of meaningless dreams, but I have also had some very vivid and frightening dreams in the past few years. There is one dream I will always remember until the day I die, and other dreams that I don't know what to do with them or think of them.
The summer of 2001 I was 13 years old about to start 8th grade. I remember waking up from a dream because I had actually been crying in my sleep and shaking. The dream was vivid, I was on a school class trip to this beautiful building. I thought it was the state capital where I live, but it wasn't. It was tall and fancy. We were all in the main lobby area when all of sudden the building just shook with such force. People were frightened and running everywhere, it was pure chaos. I knew something bad was about to happen so I knew we had to get out. I tried grabbing my friend to run out but I couldn't find her and I was shoved out the doors and got away as fast as I could. I remember turning around and seeing two buildings and as I watched I watched a plane hit and the building collapse. I knew I was dreaming and I wanted out so bad but I couldn't wake up. I wanted to find my grandparents but I couldn't because I was being hurried onto a train of some sort and taken to as far away as they could get me. I was waiting in an run down hallowed out building with many other people and finally I saw my grandparents and then I woke up. I remember telling my grandmother the next day about the dream and she laughed it off thinking I was being silly. So I left it at that and did think it was silly, until a few months later when I watched my dream unfold in front of my eyes.
I never told my grandmother anymore of my dreams like this. I have had a few more that still haunt me and I don't know when or if they will come true.
A few years ago I had another very vivid dream. In my dream I am at a local music venue outside smoking and I am looking out where the local airport is and where the air force base is, and I see this huge explosion of a mushroom cloud and I am frozen, then a van pulls up and I am grabbed and pulled in. I am still in shock of what I saw and what is going on that I don't really look at the people until I hear the frantic urgency of their voices. It may sound weird and odd, but when I finally look at the people who have pulled me into this van I realize that one of the people is me. It's me but a little older and I am pleading with myself to remember a date. I listen as I am telling myself that it all depends on remembering a date. I can't remember the date other than sometime in the fall of some year. I then woke up. I wish I had remembered the date or wrote it down, considering the fact that I now live in the area where I saw the mushroom cloud in my dream. I want to say it was either August or October, but alas, as much as I try I cannot remember the date. Where I live, the runway of the airport is one of the largest and longest in the U.S. It's big enough that air force one can land here. It is not the military base in Omaha, it is the Lincoln run way. I really don't know what the purpose of that dream was or is, but I can't ignore it.
I still have normal dreams and some vivid ones, but not very many in the past few years have shook me up enough like the first one. I have had a couple other ones however. One takes place in a hospital. A man, who isn't who he says he is, is in the military and takes a helicopter and starts shooting up this hospital. I am pleading and trying to get people to listen to me about this man but no one is, until he starts the shooting. I am running around the hospital trying to get people out and to listen. Again people are running all over the place trying to get out as it starts falling in on us. Another one, and the most recent and scary one, takes place in a desert of some sort and there is nowhere to go or hide, except this little building that is like a picnic covering that you see in a park, it is made of stone and there is a bomb that is about to drop. I have three children. 5, 3, and 9 months old and they are with me in this dream, as is my husband. (Also I had this dream way before I met my husband and before I ever had my youngest son so this is why it makes if even more frightening.) We are running as fast as we can and we make it to this covering and there are other people there. I know that this is the end and we aren't going to make it. We sit on a stone bench and I am holding my kids giving them kisses and telling them it will be over soon and hold them tight as they cry and the bomb goes off and it's a flash of light and a rush of air as it hits us. At this point I woke up shaking.
I don't know what to think of these dreams. I don't know if I go on ignoring them or if they will even come true. Even if they do come true it's not like I have the exact dates or location of these events. I guess I really just needed to get it off my chest and express these dreams that haunt me every day. I don't know if I am crazy or if I am seeing what is about to happen years months or days from now. All I know is these dreams are real to me.