Terror In The Towers

    I'm at the top of one of the WTC towers. Most people have evacuated due to a plane crashing into the building. I still see a young woman sitting at a table and one or two others roaming about. A helicopter drops a terrorist into the building. We play a game of cat and mouse for a bit. I become anxious when the terrorist is near the young woman sitting at the table. The first time, he doesn't see her but when he is near her again, I know that he sees her. I yell at him to draw his attention to me. We fight with guns. I have a pistol. I shoot him.

    When the terrorist is dead and no one else is around. I plan to make my way to ground level. I open two doors and find a room full of terrorists. I grab a machine gun and mow them down but many of them aren't affected by the bullets. One man leads me on a chase through the upper hallways and offices of the tower. He has a small bird. I shoot at the bird but cannot hit it. The terrorist mocks me for missing.

    We have seventy minutes before the tower collapses. My friend, an older gentleman starts down the stairs. 100+ stories. We finally make it to the bottom level with 12 minutes left until demolition. The man says that he needs to go to the gift shop and get some new clothes because he doesn't want to meet my family looking the way he does. We go down a set of stairs to the gift shop. Many others are shopping. In an instant, the whole world begins to shake. I find a door that leads into an underground chamber. Many others and I run into it. We see the ceiling of the chamber sink in. We keep running through the chambers until we make it outside. I find my family.


I wake up

Twin Towers

Dream 10.19.2018

My family is on vacation. We stay at a cabin on the edge of a mountain. The cottage has no walls. It is entirely open to the world.

My sister Kristen and I are talking. I tell her that I recently visited a city that rebuilt the World Trade Center twin towers. At first, I can't remember the name of the town then it hits me, Philadelphia.

I travel to Philly by myself to see the towers.

At one point I am at the top of one of the towers, and I see part of the original roof, of the New York WTC, on display. When walking under the roof, one enters a room where many pictures depict the history and demise of the majestic buildings.

At one point I am standing on the street looking up at the towers. The sheer size takes my breath away. I try to take a picture while a plane flies in the sky above.

A black gentleman and I are on one of the top floors. We must make our way downstairs. We jump onto a bumpy slide that takes us down several levels. Many slides lead downward.

My mom and I are on one of the middle floors. Several staircases are leading in different directions. My mom is trying to make it down. I try to follow but become lost. I cannot find the correct staircase. Trying to retrace my steps, I end up several floors above. My mom and I see each other. She asks in a joking manner, "where have you been?" I tell her that I got lost.

My brother-in-law and I are standing at one of the entrances to the WTC. There is an art piece showing two squares diagonal from each other. On top of the squares are objects that spin around in a circle. Dream ends.

I wake up

A Matter of Time

Dream 9/11/2017

I've traveled back in time. I don't know how or why. I end up at my high school. In the gymnasium, the school body is having a pep rally. On the gym floor, three or four different teams of dancers are performing.

I walk into the dancers, trying to find a microphone. Once the dance is done, I finally find one. I grab the attention of the school. Silence befalls the gym. I tell them that I am a time traveler and that there are a few things they need to know. I tell them about September 11 and the terrorist attack. After I tell them this, I wonder what day I've come back into time. I ask the person next to me what the date is. She tells me that it is the year 2002. Ok so, 9/11 already happened. What else can I tell them.

I begin telling them a personal story of a boy that goes to this school. In 2005, he will drown. I want so bad to prevent this from happening. While telling of this tragedy, the school becomes very quiet. The boy whom I speak of is sitting in the bleachers. I finish my time travel speech. I go to my locker and grab a bunch of time travel items and then leave the school.

When I drive away, it is night. I don't know where I am going. I find myself on country roads. Off in the distance, I can see lights from a town. I head that way. I drive down the streets of this small town. I see a shop called, "The Witches Brew." My mom is now with me. We drive on a track that leads us into an old building. It is an attraction. Like a theme park ride. Many cars are behind us on the ride as well. We drive through the old building and finally exit.

My mom and I stand in line on a street. I don't know what the line is for. In my hands is a soda bottle. I throw it. Unfortunately, it hits a boy in my sister's class named Wes. He is very angry. He walks up and down the line of people, trying to find out who threw the bottle. I am drinking Diet Coke. At this time, a cop is taking my fingerprints. I don't know why. I haven't committed a crime. Wes walks over and looks at the fingerprint page. He says, "looks like the same handwriting." What? Did I write on the bottle? How would my handwriting give me away?

I look around me. The line of people is gone. I stand in the dimly lit street and feel alone. I don't think I have ever felt a part of anything. I just have the hardest time connecting with people. I walk down the street with no real intentions. No clear direction. I look into the windows of shops and restaurants, watching the smiling people live their lives. Dream ends.

I wake up 

Bigfoot Comes To Manhattan

Dream 10/12/2016

Standing on some large rocks near a harbor, along with a group of classmates, I look into a nearby forest and see three Bigfoot. They aren't the size that I expected, quite small actually. I start cautiously walking over to where the wooded area begins. A few men from my class run directly to the Sasquatches. The animals become territorial and start to growl. As the men run back to the class, I look one Sasquatch in the eye and beat my chest. It becomes violent and runs toward me. I run away, passing my class up. The beast retreats back to the forest.

As my class walks behind me, I start climbing the World Trade Center, but notice that one of the towers is laying down and pieces of the building is broken up. I hear newscasters talk about the towers and an event that happened or is happening. I climb down and find my car. I drive away from the WTC, but as I do, I feel a rumbling. In the rear view mirror, I can see the remaining tower collapsing and a wave of darkness rushing toward my moving vehicle. The cloud of dust and debris overtakes me. I can't see enough to drive, so I stop completely.

Suddenly, I am no longer on a street but in a luxurious hallway. Possibly a fancy hotel. As I exit the building, I run into an old friend, someone I haven't seen in years. He is holding a new baby. The baby has brown, almost burnt skin and several white spots along her body. Actually, to be completely honest, she looks no different than a large, soft pretzel. My friend and I finish talking and then I exit the building. Dream ends.

I wake up