CasualPrecog

I've always wanted to write this one down, since it's the perfect example of a precognitive dream about a major event yet it also follows an undeniable, surreal dream logic, and shows that these dreams often get little details wrong- like you've received the "scaffolding" of a future event in your sleep but your mind has to fill in the blanks with thematically-related improvisational details. This is a remarkable one, and while I occasionally have premonitory dreams I've never had anything this powerful or spooky before or since. Whether or not I am believed is unimportant, I am writing this for posterity.

Here goes nothing.

It was in the early morning hours immediately preceding the first plane-attack on 9/11. I was in 5th grade at the time, and the elements of the dream would prove to be extremely strange for a kid my age to have, and when strung together in a dream like this it seems obvious it came from a deeper place totally outside my limited experience as a child.

It starts out with a bang. Me and a friend from school (we'll call him "M") are trying to break into my own house. Apparently one of our friends (call him "J") is being held prisoner by my dad. As is common in dreams it begins with a fully-formed backstory already in motion. In this case, the story is that we are Iranian spies and our compatriot is being interrogated and tortured, and we've been tasked with trying to get him out of there. (See what I mean? Thematically it's already very dark and rather mature for a kid in elementary school, and this is made even funnier by the fact that none of us are middle eastern, an at the time I knew virtually nothing about the Middle East, let alone Iran).

So we successfully break in somehow, and there's J, tied up in a chair with ropes, bruised and bleeding and dripping wet. We ask him what he told them, and he swore he said nothing, but that it's not safe here, and his interrogator will be there any minute, so we should leave. We tell him we can't do that and we're going to get him out of there, so I start messing with the ropes but have no time as I can hear my dad walking up the hall. So, implausibly, me and M hide behind the couch (this is all in the living room) and my dad walks in.

He addresses J with a backhanded and slap, then asks "you going to tell me what we want to know?" J doesn't answer, so my father starts working on him with razors, to the screams of our friend. It's all very realistic and the terror I feel is real.

"What's the event? When's it going to happen? Who's involved?" my dad barks, but again J is silent. So he goes back to torturing him.

Watching my dad do this to a friend was as devastating in a dream as it would be in real life (and I'm unaware I'm even dreaming, obviously). My dad leaves the room and I immediately turn to my friend and say "Let's get out of here!" to which he gladly agrees. Quietly as possible, we unlock the door and head out onto the porch and are almost home free when I hear my sister behind me. She inquires about what we're doing. We like and say nothing, we just stopped by. This is by far the funniest part of the dream cuz she says "Oooh, I'm going to tell the government" in this exaggerated tattletale voice, like a 4 year old might.

Freaked out as hell we book it to the street corner and my friend asks me what we should do. After a pause I make a suggestion using a vocabulary words I don't think I'd ever used in conversation before: "Let's HIJACK a vehicle and make it back to headquarters." Just then, wouldn't you know it, a truck comes down the road, which we proceed to stop and forcibly eject the driver.

Then we drive all the way to India, for some reason, and yes I'm aware India and America are separated completely by water; this is another example of that kooky dream logic I mentioned. In no time at all we arrive at our destination- the HQ of the United Nations, except instead of the real building it's two gigantic towers smack dab on a busy street in New York City. Having lived off and on in the Big Apple growing up, I immediately recognize that we're somewhere in Manhattan. I remember looking up at the towers, and these enormous towers rise so high up into the sky I can't make out the tops of the buildings, and they seem to curve as they loom above us.

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