posted on Nov, 3 2008 @ 06:32 PM
Ash of the Phoenix, Contributed by TrishaDee on: Thursday 10 February 2005 @ 21:37:00
"I've had an unusual dream several times over the past 2 years. It's not very detailed but disjointed, fragmentary and horribly frightening. Part
of what frightens me is that my dream happens when I'm awake! Why I call it a dream...I couldn't say. It feels dream-like I suppose. It's odd that
I'm telling this to everyone, because I am definitely not someone who sets much store by prophecies and psychics. Yet...when this dream washes over
me, I am swept from the concious world, into a nightmare unlike anything you can imagine! Once the dream takes over, I am completely overwhelmed and
the world fades away. Only the horrifying flashes of my waking dream seem real.
It usually begins with me standing atop one of the tallest sand dunes at Cholla Bay, Mexico. I know my daughter and granddaughters are there, I hear
their laughter. I hear the ATV engines racing, a radio blaring Country & Western music(in English). I am not watching the people behind me, I am
facing North...away from them. I seem frozen in place, my hand shading my eyes...no movement. Straining to see something far off on the horizon. Then,
I experience an intensely bright, white light. It seems to flare and spread out flat across the entire width of the horizon, expanding horizontally,
but not vertically. I hear people screaming, agonizing uulating screams that make me want to cry out and cover my ears! I see charred metal ribs
projecting from a landscape that resembles the moon. I feel, rather than see, the death that dwells in this place. I see the distortion in the air
caused by extreme heat and I am overcome by a terror so overpowering it makes my stomach lurch. I experience a sense of loss so complete...so deep
that it turns my legs to rubber. I am grief stricken! I am so bereft that I feel weak in body, soul and spirit. I am unable to stand and sink to my
knees. The ground is covered in several inches of fine grey dust. It puffs up from the ground as I drop to my knees and lingers in the still, hot air.
I am choked by the taste, the smell and the texture of it. I gag and wretch!
I hear a voice on the radio. It seems to be coming from far away. It's a radio announcer entoning from a news report. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this
station has just received word that a nuclear exposion was detonated somewhere in the state of Arizona...we have no word about survi..." the voice
Now, I hear my Granddaughter sobbing...."This can't be!...everyone gone!...Oh God, it just can't be!" I hear my daughter calling to me in a little
girls voice.."Mama, Mama where are you?" Now I am drawn back to the top of the Mexican dune. I try to turn to face the people weeping behind me. My
feet seem fixed in the sand, I am sinking into it.
At this point in the real world, I am sweating profusely, feel very sick to my stomach and am weeping openly. I'm not sure if the nausea is what
breaks the dream or if it simply concludes.
I've gotten some very strange looks from people when I stop in mid-stride, stare off into space, grow pale, sweaty and begin to cry. My husband has
been the person present most often when the dream occurs. Occassionally, however, it happens in a public place. His concern has been that I might have
a physcial ailment causing this phenomenon, so I recently had a complete physical. It seems, that I am very healthy.
I found this website quite by accident doing some research on another subject. I read some of the articles and was blown away by how similar they were
to my experience! I have goosebumps as I write this....because.....I live in Phoenix. I think in my dream, I am an observer who is unable to interact
with them because, I not actually with my daughter and her children in Mexico. I think I am in Phoenix when an explosion levels that city. I think my
position on the hill is God's way of showing me that my daughter and granddaughters will survive, and I'm okay with that! "To everything there is a
season....a time to be born and a time to die."
I think the predictions about Phoenix will happen. When....I have no idea?... except that my daughters trips to the dunes are usually during the
Winter...especially right after Christmas."