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

Let Me Be

Once again, I witness the towers fall. Dream ends.

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

Falling

Nightmare 10/18/2017

My family and myself are walking the streets of New York City. At one point, we look up and admire those two majestic World Trade Center Towers. Recently, the twin towers were bombed but didn't fall. A parking garage security guard tells us that one of the towers is not stable and is going to fall any day.

My family and I walk over to a Nathan's Hot Dog stand. I tell the vendor that I want onions, peppers, mustard and ketchup on my dog. I take a step out from under the hot dog umbrella and look up at one of the towers. I notice it swaying. Pedestrians and onlookers start to scream. The Tower is coming down. Not straight down but rather falling over like a giant tree.

We run in separate directions. My mom and I run toward the parking garage. The tower is falling our way. We dive to the ground at the outside wall of the garage. The tower hits the ground just short of where we lie. I notice a cloud of dark, dusty smoke racing our direction. Covering my mom, I tell her to take a deep breath. The cloud overtakes us. It is hard to breathe. I notice a crack in the garage wall. I can see through to the other side. I stick my face into the opening and take a breath of clean air. My mom does the same. 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 

The Twin Towers

Dream 4/8/2016

     September 11, 2001. I'm visiting the World Trade Center, conducting business on the fifth floor. All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise and the building starts to shake. I immediately think to escape. I see a line for the elevators, I skip it and run toward the stairs. The stairwell is packed too but eventually I make it outside. When I get out, I look up. I don't see smoke at the top of the building. Did the plane go in? I ask people standing around me if they saw a plane. I try to watch for the second tower, to see if a plane causes the destruction, at the same time I am running toward a parking lot adjacent to the WTC property.

     There is a small building at the corner of the parking lot. I run to it. In it, I find many stray people and my dialysis nurse, Laura. She says that it's time for treatment. I sit down and she pokes me with two needles the size of roofing nails. I whisper to her, "you and I both know what happens, the tower is going to fall. What do I do when that happens?" She tells me that she will get me a mask..

     Once again, everything begins to shake. I know what is happening. I hear screams all around me. Laura walks over to me and places a hospital mask on my face. I throw on my hood, close my eyes, and cover my face. I know when the smoke and dust enters the building because the screams escalate. I feel the soot when it hits me. I feel myself move. I hit the wall. Later when I would open my eyes, I would find that the soot moved me about five feet across the room.

     The room is taken over by dust and soot. Everywhere. Part of the building was destroyed when the tower collapsed. Much of the roof is missing. I look out the window to see if I can see the remaining tower. A man tells me, "it's over there." I look to where he's pointing. I see it. It looks further away.

     After my dialysis treatment is finished. I get in a car and try to leave the city. The people that I'm with comment on how different the city looks without the towers. As I'm driving, building #7 collapses behind me. I see the whole thing. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Time Traveler

Dream 2/22/2016

I am in love with a girl named Beth.

The only issue is that she's eighteen years older than me. So I time travel back to where we would be about the same age. She is both a judge and a contestant on American Idol. I go and watch a taping of the show. When you're up on the stage it's so unbelievable, so unforgettable how they adore you. I watch her and fall more in love with each passing minute.

The show is then interrupted by a voice coming over the intercom. "Attention, ladies and gentlemen, we have just received information that a plane has hit the world trade center." Some ARMY guys are sitting in the row behind me. I can hear them saying, "no, no, it can't be true." Oh it is, I've been here before, I know it all too well. In a few more minutes, they're gonna come back on the intercom and tell you that the other tower has been struck by yet another airplane. Then, when you think it's all over, the voice would come on again telling you to pray for our country because the pentagon has been hit. We're under attack. The towers would fall, taking several other buildings with them, thousands would be dead, the country would be in a panic. You would question whether it was going to stop. Oh God, dear God, how did I time travel back to September 11, 2001. Why did I come back to this awful day.

I follow Beth outside. Her husband is there with her. I flirt with her. She doesn't seem to notice. Dream ends.

I wake up

Damaged

Dream 2/8/2015

It's September 11, 2001. 

I visiting my sister and her husband. We hang around their house which is located right next to one of the World Trade Centers' 'twin towers.'

After the attacks on the buildings, we hear a loud rumbling, like a train. The tower begins to collapse. It damages the house. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Still Alive

Dream 11/15/2014

     My sister lives on the 75th floor of the south tower of the World Trade Centers. A plane crashes into the tower.

     I rush to her apartment to warn her. She is with her boyfriend. I tell her that we have to leave, a plane has crashed into the building and now it's on fire. 

     She doesn't seem to mind. She tells me that she's just going to stay there until everything blows over. I can no longer stay. I leave her behind. I make it back to the ground and watch as the south tower collapses with my sister in it. 

     My sister walks out, not a bruise on her person. We walk to the north tower which has smoke billowing out the top from the plane. Everyone is running out. My sister tells the security guard that she has left something in her apartment on the 75th floor and she needs to go get it. The security guard tells her that chips are on her left and soda is on her right.

     We start up. I tell her that we need to take the elevator so we can get up there and back down fast before this building falls. She wants to take the stairs. We take the stairs. About mid-way up, the walls start to shake around us. The building starts to collapse, and we go with it.

     We live. Sitting with the security guards outside, we watch as many other buildings fall to the ground. Our mom comes rushing out of the distance. We are so excited to see her. She is happy to see that we are still alive. Dream ends

I wake up

I Will Always Remember

(I have had several dreams about September 11, 2001 in the past. The following is the most realistic of those dreams.)

Dream 10/23/2014

     I'm in a bus that's driving through New York City. It's crowded. Full of people. 

All of a sudden, a violent tremor-like wave shoots through the bus. People fall from their seats to the center aisle. Bodies lay on each other. Men, women and children. Without warning, we are covered in ice. (This is the part of the dream that I don't understand.)

     People in the area are freezing to death. Many of them take their last breath in front of me. Adrenaline rushes through my blood. This can't be my end. I push through the crowd to escape the bus. I make it out. The ground is covered in ice. I am naked and cold. I start to run. I don't stop. Eventually, I find myself alone, but I don't stop because I know if I stop, I will die. I run all the way to my apartment.

My roommate isn't here. She should have been home by now. 

     I hear footsteps on the stairs outside my apartment. I look out the window. An older couple, probably in their sixties, and a younger couple, in their late twenties, are walking up the wooden stairs to my apartment. I open the door before I get there. They are too calm for whats happened. They ask if I have any room for them to stay. I tell them I have lodging available. The older gentleman tells of how nice it will be to sleep in a comfy bed tonight. I let him know that I only have one bed but they can still stay if they want. They come inside.

     They begin to tell me how they are here for the festivities downtown. I tell them I think the festivities are cancelled. They are a little bit upset. They ask why. I tell them that terrorists have hijacked two airplanes and driven them into the World Trade Centers. Their faces widen in shock. They stare at me but say nothing. I walk over to the window and open the curtains. You can see the twin towers from my apartment. Smoke billows from a damaged part of the top of the buildings. I can hear several sirens off in the distance.

     I leave my apartment building. I drive toward the towers, maybe to see if their is anything I can do to help. I am very close to the towers. As I am driving, I look up at the south tower. It begins to collapse. I quickly turn my car around, almost hitting several cars in the process. I push the gas pedal all the way to the floor to get away. The north tower falls. But all of a sudden, another building to my right starts to fall, then a building to my left. I drive my car the best I can to avoid being taken out. Several buildings collapse around me, seven altogether. I don't know if i'm going to live through this but eventually the devastation comes to a still. I drive forward. Dream ends

I wake up 

9/11/2001

Dream 10/10/2014

     Outside the World Trade Center, there is a monument that stands several stories tall. I climb the monument with my camera in hand. There is a ladder that leads to the very top of the monument. I climb it. I get to the top. I am so high in the air that high anxiety overcomes me. I start the climb back down. I almost fall but catch myself. I make it to the ground.

     I walk into the parking garage for the World Trade Center. I come across two security guards fighting in a homemade ring. One guard completely knocks out the other. I leave the garage.

     I think about entering one of the twin towers, but I get a feeling that I shouldn't. I walk away. Dream ends

I wake up