Ever since I was 12 years old, I would have this dream every once in a while. In the dream, I would wake up in the middle of night and walk towards to my bedroom window which faced the street we lived on. At the corner of the street, there was a light pole that lit up at night. At the bottom of that pole was a broken plane. The plane was single engine with blue stripes and white body. I would try to scream help and no sound would come out of my mouth. I would pound on the window and no one would hear me. No one came to help. As I got older, the dream changed with the plane sparking from down power lines and bursting into flames. I also started to change my way of to trying to help the plane. I would still pound on the window but then I would try to open my bedroom door; it won't open. I would cry and scream asking for someone to help them. I always woke up breathing heavy and scared.
Then on September 11, 2001, the twin towers and pentagon were hit. I was crying and shaking while looking at a TV at my place of work with smoke billowing from the buildings feeling so helpless. I couldn't help anyone and I was screaming inside. As I watched the towers fall and so many lives disappear, my reoccurring dream would disappear with it unbeknownst to me. I can say that I have not had the dream since 9/11 occurred. But everything my dream had in it was eerily similar to what happened on that day-blue stripes on a plane-American 11, being unable to help-living in another state watching everything unfold in front of me on TV. I look at my dream now as a premonition and I have not had any kind of dream like it since.
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