posted on Jun, 15 2004 @ 03:10 PM
Here are excerpts from my journals regarding 3 air disaster dreams I had.
Early Summer, 1996
I had a money order written out to go to France, but I was too scared to go, fearing the plane would crash, and the problem was finding the money
order and canceling it. A Frenchman gives me tickets to Great Adventure in New Jersey, instead.
I have always had a lifelong fear of flying on airplanes. So an airplane disaster dream shouldn't have been unusual for me to have.
What makes this dream stand out to not only me but my boyfriend at the time was that I had this dream a couple of weeks before TWA Flight 800, on
route to Paris France, crashed. What compounded my queasy feeling was that me and him decided to go to the beach shortly afterwards (we usually go on
July 4 as a tradition but it was postponed until the next time we both had free time) -- and washing up on the beach was wreckage from Flight 800! I
saw electronic parts, pieces of suitcases, clothing, even an entire powder-blue airplane seat wedged into the sand. The other beachgoers seemed a bit
clueless about what was going on, and I vividly remember one small child picking up a bundle of wires with circuits attached to them and whirling it
above his head like a toy. Of course, the timing of our trip, and the dream, they were all coincidences--that's what I told myself. But I felt
really depressed and sad.
"Mother Holding Child"
I am on an airplane, looking out the window--which seems kind of odd, because I hate flying on airplanes. I wonder how they managed to get me on
board. Suddenly, some flaming piece of wreckage shoots through where we are sitting. Directly across from me is a blond mother who has wrapped her
arms around her young son, knowing that we are going to crash. We are going to crash.
When I woke up from this dream & me and my boyfriend purchased the newspaper before getting into work, we found out about the Swissair disaster.
This was the first dream that really made me so upset that I could barely get through the day. There was no doubt in my mind that I had the dream that
foretold an accident--though perhaps it wasn't a foretelling but more like seeing it as it was happening. I think back to the Dead Zone movie where
the main character would actually find himself, in some astral way, in the middle of the scene he was picking up. The detail of the mother cradling
her child, the very specific way she did it--like she was bracing him for the impact--has always stuck with me and seemed very accurate.
"Waiting in the Auditorium"
It is dark, in an airport, there are gates and it is windy and raining. The plane is crashing into something. I see John Travolta in my mind and think
that he might get killed in a plane accident. Then the auditorium, many people sitting there. There is a slightly chubby blond woman, standing and
crying, worried about somebody else from the plane.
Here is some text from the internet article I saved on 6/2/99:
LITTLE ROCK, Ark. (June 2) - "Passengers said Flight 1420 came in fast and hard and its tires never seemed to grip the runway..."
"'We hit the runway too hard. Then we started turning sideways...'"
"The American Airlines flight from Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport arrived at Little Rock late Tuesday during a violent thunderstorm.
Lightning sparked all around it and winds were blowing more than 50 mph."
"People awaiting the flight were told that the plane had landed and would be pulling up to the gate shortly. But when it never arrived, friends and
relatives were told to go and wait at the Imax theater in the airport's Aerospace Education Center."
"Their relatives and friends rushed the school bus that brought them (the survivors) to the theater, searching for familiar faces. Many of those who
could not find one began crying and a few burst into tears."
I don't think these dreams were the result of "logic" or "common sense." Or could it be all be simply coincidence?