Just before 9/11
Dreamed 6 AM, 2001/9/11 by Patti Viscardi
barondarby at yahoo dot com
I was on a plane, sitting in a seat on the right side, but I could see out windows on both sides of the plane. We were flying in a city full of skyscrapers, and the plane was actually flying between these skyscrapers. I knew it was New York City, as I was born and raised there, it was familiar to me. I knew we should not be flying where we were and my sense of anxiety was mounting. I could see right into some of the offices we were flying past, could see the shocked and scared looks on the people in the offices looking back at the plane.
A man stood/stooped just a couple rows ahead of me; he couldn't stand straight up due to the overhead carry-on luggage storage lockers. He half-turned, looked right at me and said "They're trying to hijack the plane" as he used his right arm in a sweeping fashion to gesture towards the front of the plane. At that same time another man came walking/sprinting quickly up the aisle towards the front of the plane saying "Let's go!" as if he was going to try to help. I never did see who the hijackers were.
When I looked to the front of the plane, somehow I could see out the front, as though I could see through the pilots' windows--and we were heading straight for a building. I didn't recognize it though. As the plane got closer to it I remember feeling there was no point in panicking now, we were going to crash into this building and there was nothing anyone could do. And then the plane flew into the building. It was almost graceful, the plane actually entered the building before everything dissolved into flame...
When I opened my eyes, I was once again looking out the front windows of the plane but this time, we were heading towards the ground, not straight down, but more like about a 35 degree angle... and once again, the plane I was traveling in crashed--flying directly into the ground.
At this point I woke up, I mean BOLTED straight upright in bed, sweating, shaking, in a panic, heart racing, and I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6:00 am (EST) on the dot. The dream was so real, so detailed I got up shaking and went into my roommate's room and woke him up. I told him "I just had a dream about being on a hijacked plane that crashed and I needed you to talk to me because I'm on the verge of a panic attack"--something that has never ever happened to me before or since; I'm not one to let my emotions run away with me.
Several hours later when the tragic events of Sept. 11th unfolded, I was deeply shocked by the similarities between what I had dreamed and what actually transpired.
I don't often talk about this to anyone; I didn't think anyone would believe me. I am 47 now; I was 40 when I had this dream. I dream like anyone else, sometimes remembering dreams, more often not. I have never experienced anything like this before or since that day. I remember it like it happened this morning... all these years later.
--Patti Viscardi, 2008
The one anomalous detail in the dream, crashing twice, is interesting--as if the dream jump-cut from the World Trade Center to the plane that hit the ground in Pennsylvania, or perhaps the Pentagon. As if it's a news-summary trying to be thorough...
A predictive dream like this is upsetting several ways at once--
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