Premonitions of 9/11

Below are a few of the premonitions and stories we have received since the events of September 11, 2001. Some are moving, some are merely puzzling. Since they are all recorded after the fact (except one, near the end, which was dated and recorded) and have not been independently corroborated, and since memories are malleable and dreams are open to interpretation, there is very little scientific value to these stories as such. We do not take them as anything other than honest accounts of human experience.

These accounts are presented here simply to contribute to a better understanding of the impact of this infamous day, and perhaps to inspire others to contact us to share their experiences or future premonitions. We will keep all communications confidential, but cannot promise to respond to every email.

I was living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan at the time. On the weekend before 9/11 I was sitting in my apartment enjoying the morning sun as I looked through a magazine. I was feeling content and peaceful. I turned the page of the magazine and a double page picture of the Manhattan skyline viewed from the Empire State Building was the cover photo for the next story. I think the story was about Manhattan real estate. Within seconds I was overcome by grief and I started crying. The clear and precise phrase came into my head "Something really f***ed up is going to happen here". The feeling passed after a while.

Most of my premonitions/precognitions come in the form of dreams. My 9/11 one was an exception. It came while I was watching TV with roommates one night, about 3 days before 9/11 happened. Also most of my premonitions occur about 3 days before the actual event; don't know why. By the way, I think we had finished watching a documentary about Pearl Harbor a little while before I had the premonition. I don't recall what we were watching at the time of the premonition. I was suddenly "seized" by numerous disturbing emotions (hate, anger, rage, fear, etc) and then had a mental vision of a large commercial passenger jet crashing into a very tall building -- the building/location were not clear, though. I kind of got the 'willies' from this, and tried to 'shake off' the feelings, wondering "where the heck did that come from"...as I had to assume at the time that it came from within my own psyche. Now I don't think so.

A few days before the attack I had the most vivid and terrifing nightmare I have ever had. I woke up in a sweat and told my husband about it. In the dream I was running down a city street I could see the tall buildings all around me, I was passing parked cars and I could hear people all around me screaming as they ran along with me. I looked back and I could see the debris and dust cloud gaining on me and I thought that if I ditched under one of the parked cars that I could somehow avoid getting hit by the larger stuff that was being carried along in the cloud. I covered my face once under a car and remember feeling like I was choking. End of the dream. The next few weeks as the 911 footage played on TV I relived that dream over and over as I watched the big clouds of dust and debris move down the street. The closest thing to the dream I could describe to my husband up until 911 was that it was so much like that scene from the movie Independence Day. It was so strange to have seen this before it happened.

I saw in my dream a building with two towers smoking. The next morning I asked if the World Trade Center had two towers and confirmed it did etc..... If the dream had confirmed the presence of aircraft I would certainly have emailed the White House, USA. (received 15 Sep 2001)

I have many psychic dreams. My most scary psychic dream was of 9/11. It is so close to the facts that many people simply can not believe it. I have a piece of paper where I wrote down 2 things upon waking: the date of the dream and around 200 days. I had my dream on March 2, 2001. The first thing that happened was an intense shaking in a major city. It looked like New York but it was hard to tell. Suddenly a huge plum of smoke came out of nowhere and people were running down the street. People were shouting and very scared. I was watching out a window or on a tv screen. I was scared but was far removed from the actual situation. A voice stated that in around 200 days this will happen. I have calculated many times and it was 192 days between March 2 and September 11. This to date is my most accurate dream or prediction. I do not go around talking about these things because they scare me. In my dream I did not see any planes because my view was at street level. By the way, at the end of the dream 3 buildings had collapsed, which is how many buildings actually fell in the attacks.

I worked in a tower block [a high-rise office in England] and for months before the disaster had recurring dreams of a plane hitting a tower. I assumed it was the one I was working in. My husband would drive me to work each morning and I would say I've had that dream again, I can't go in. It was so real every morning he would tell me I was being ludicrous but still I felt uneasy.

A few days before the 9/11 disaster I had one final dream and I woke up saying I was there this time. I was there when it hit. I described to him the feeling of panic, confusion, terror, smoke and papers flying everywhere. I was terrified.

[On 9/11] I heard the news from a colleague, but I didn't identify. It was only when I got home and saw the news and my husband's ashen face. He said your dream... its happened!

Well, to pass time on the flight I was practicing using a program called Bryce, which is something you use to create animations in virtual landscapes. I'm new to it. My battery ran out between 9:30 and 10:30 EST Tuesday morning [9/11], so the image I was working on was frozen on the screen. The crew didn't let on what had happened until we were safely on the ground in Halifax about 3 hours later. Otherwise there could have been mayhem.

When I started my computer up two days later, I was taken aback, having forgotten what I was working on. Two 'Ivory Towers' being approached by a silvered elipsoid. It was an image I had been trying to render for about a week during my stay in London. It was supposed to be a UFO. It was supposed to pass between them. (16 Sep 2001)

Three days before the terrorist strikes on America I had a dream, described as follows: I was at a barbeque in a garden unknown to me, though populated by friends and others whom were also unknown. Having an interest in astonomy and UFO's, I chanced to look up into the night sky and spotted a 'star'. Quite large , it was moving towards us and as it did so it became larger, then began changing shape. It now resembled a plane, and as it approached nearer still, formed the perfect image of a Boeing 747. It went overhead, then started to turn over on its axis 360 degrees, and again, then started to drop lower still and then disappeared over some trees.

I realised it was going to crash, and shouted to everyone to run towards the house. There was an almighty explosion as it hit the ground and sent debris flying past our heads. Soon after, we fled towards the scene, to be met by the sounds of police cars, ambulances, and a strange metal fenced enclosure, with people fleeing from it. (21 Sep 2001) [The "strange metal fenced enclosure" reminds one of the remaining pieces of the outer walls of the Trade Center seen frequently in pictures of the site. --ed.]

I thought about writing to you the day before the tragedy occurred. I was doing remote viewing and all I kept seeing was the pattern 'airplane, airplane, mechanical engineering, airplane mechanical engineering, New York City, New York City, New York City, the towers, many people in the streets, many cars in the streets' and then it ended with a vast desert scene, just a big vast plain of desert. I know when something is precognition because it occurs in strong repetitions as slide projections. I was up until two in the morning Europe time on Monday the 10th trying to figure out what this all meant. I was actually disappointed with myself and frustrated because I thought somehow my remote viewing abilities were not working. They were working, but just not in the way I thought they should be working. And this strong repetition made me wonder what was going on. I couldn't do remote viewing on anything else because it was so strong.

So I finally went to sleep at two. Then the next day when I was at work I was working on some papers and suddenly I couldn't think or concentrate. I felt pulled to go meditate. I just kept reading the same sentence over and over because I couldn't concentrate. So I said okay I'll go meditate. It was a very strong pull to go do this. I put my work down and went to the nearby church. It was 14:40 Europe time, five minutes before the attack.

There was no tv or radio that I had been informed with. I was there because of the pull. I was alone in the church and I just sat there. At 14:45 when the attack occurred, what I felt was a sense of the world and the impermanence of life in physical form. I didn't feel panic or fear, I amazingly felt a very dense sensation of spirit or 'cosmic' energy.

I continued to sit there and then at 15:05 when the second attack occurred, I looked at my watch and wondered if I should go back to work. The inner answer was no. I continued to sense what I had earlier, the bells reminding me of the times at zen meditation when I felt the wood blocks hit together reminded me of death, and the following bells reminded me of new life. And the presence of the world among this sense. At 15:30 after the NYC attack was over, I again looked at my watch and asked if I should go now. The inner answer was a strong push, a feeling and thought 'Yes, go now and think of the world.' I answered myself 'Yes, I will think of the world.'

A few hours later I saw a parent of one of my students, and she asked me if I knew what had happened and I said no. Needless to say, she then gave me the news. (23 Sep 2001)

... on Friday the 7th of September I was watching TV and saw a live shot of the New York skyline. In seeing this I saw no WTC towers and remember thinking that the Empire State building was the tallest building. I just wrote this off and thought nothing more of it until the next Tuesday. (23 Sep 2001)

Ever since I was a child I have experienced strange intuitions, sick feeling in my stomach to just general sense of panic. On September 10 as I was driving to Burlington Vermont, the radio station I was listening to kept talking about September 11 being 911, our emergency number. That started giving me very unsettling feelings. I continued my day which included completing my daily route.

Then as I was heading to the hospital to visit my newborn nephew, I was compelled to go to the airport which is a couple of miles away, for absolutely no reason. I have never been there before. There is a cemetery in front of the airport, as I passed it I began to shake and was wondering why that was there, but as I drove more a plane was taking off as normal, I began to tremble uncontrollably and had to stop my car. The word "hijacker" kept coming to mind. I had a very strong urge to find someone to inform but was afraid that they would think that I was nuts. I just felt I had to get out of there and block it from my mind. It has haunted me ever since. (24 Sep 2001)

Approximately two weeks prior to the Sept. 11th events I began "sensing an uneasy quiet", and the phrase "the universe is holding its breath" kept coming into my mind. This was soon followed by a physical sensation of a tightening or clenching feeling in the solar plexus area (around the navel) which worsened until late Saturday Sept. 8th. I awoke several nights during that time a least once and sometimes two or three times with a sensation of "terror" with no thought or nightmare experience to relate it to. It was simply that I would suddenly awake and experience this feeling of terror.

Oddly enough, on the morning of Sept.11th prior to the onset of the events, I felt a complete reversal of the sensations experienced for the two weeks leading up to the 11th. When I stepped outside for my usual morning walk I noted to my friend that suddenly the atmosphere felt very settled. My friend had been experiencing the same sensations during this two week period and concurred with me about the new sensation. I have many times experienced a similar stream of experiences leading up to the death of someone I know personally and the same odd sensation of settledness on the day of the crossing. (26 Sep 2001)

I have two friends who had precognitive dreams the night before the World Trade Center disaster. They both live in the west part of Greenwich Village in Manhattan, but separately, and have only met once through me about two months ago. Greenwich Village is not far from the World Trade Center. My friend D_, who lives on West 12th Street dreamt that she was traveling in some large tunnel or cylinder that struck a building. She heard the sound of window glass breaking and then this sound was repeated and repeated. She said she later realized that it was many windows breaking. My friend N_, who lives further south and west in the Village, dreamt that an old man, a figure of death, visited him with two dogs and said, "You escaped this time." (26 Sep 2001)

Exactly simultaneously as the events unfolded September 11th. I slept in the afternoon on a rare occasion. I had had little sleep the night before. This is in Norway, when it's afternoon when it's morning in America. I was first inside one tower. I recognized stairways, up/down "pannick" inside a large tall building and the sense of fire sometimes down, sometimes higher up. Suddenly I had a vision from inside a plane's fuselage in the air and a tense feeling of contemplation over a serious situation. I felt I had to go on with the dream but I was disturbed, and so I lost contact and memory of the dream. I woke up feeling hungry and weak. Despite having lost memory of the dream temporarily I felt something bad had happened on earth but needed to eat something before going to my mail reader. I was "surprised" to find nothing, and read some other unread mail, when suddenly one of my contacts sent me the news. (26 Sep 2001)

My husband and I had a conference in Yuma AZ (via a San Diego flight on the 9th) the 10th of September 2001. The preceding Friday my granddaughter 4 years old told us very urgently - "Papa, Nana, make sure you don't go up high in any balloons because they are fragile and airplanes are very pointy on the end and if they run into them they can pop them." When we questioned her further she just repeated the same thing only more urgently.

At the hotel breakfast buffet Tuesday the 11th, there was a big screen TV live broadcasting the news of the first crash. When we heard an airplane had crashed into the tower we both immediately said "Airplanes are very pointy on one end." When I was finally able to return home (we had to drive) I asked her again about what she told us. "Madeline, remember when you told us not to go up high in a balloon because an airplane might pop them? What did you mean by that? She just said "Nana I told you, airplanes are very pointy on the end and have very sharp sharp wings that can cut." (26 Sep 2001)

On September 11, 2001, I awoke at 4:55am Pacific Time. I "felt" someone say to me (in my head, not in the physical), "Something terrible is going to happen." I got up and walked around my house for several minutes, checking for anything that might be amiss, trying to shake the feeling, but it refused to leave. I resolved to tell my son, before he left for school, to be extra careful that day, but when I went in to talk to him at 6:45 that morning, he had been listening to the radio for fifteen minutes, and told me that something happened to the World Trade Center. He didn't really know what that was, but I turned on the tv at that time and finally understood what the "terrible" thing was that I'd been warned about. (05 Oct 2001)

The morning of the catastrophe I awakened remembering a strange dream I had during the night. I dreamed that I was a teacher standing before my class, pointing to a picture of two tall flaming, smoking buildings with a circle of burning rubble next to them. I remember telling the class it was a lesson from the Bible or Roman history. I told them, that the picture represented two cities on fire and my question was for them to name the two cities in the picture. No one answered. I woke up and sat down to breakfast, my family was watching the burning of the twin towers and then the burning of the pentagon (round circle of my dream) ties burning. I found my answer. (10 Oct 2001)

I had a vision of the attack a few days before it happened. I knew precisely that something huge and terrible was going to happen. I felt light flashes as missiles coming from far away hitting, hurting and burning my body. I was much alarmed and concerned. Tried to warn people but nobody believed me. I wrote an e-mail to a scientific colleague at Jerusalem announcing an imminent major attack against America and/or Israel. He was shocked when it happened and asked me whether I could not predict better news next time... (1 Dec 2001)

The day of or the day before 911, I had a dream I was being tomented by two green snakes, both moving in sync. I was in an office where my daughter works and I kept saying to her, "You don't know how much danger you are in." My daughter worked at 7 World Trade Center and called her office in the morning to tell them she was going to be late, because she wasn't feeling well. I had not talked to my daughter that moring and I had not told her about the dream I had. (20 Feb 2002)

On the morning of Friday, Sept. 7, (at approx. 5 am Ukraine time) I had a dream (while asleep) that I was on a passenger on a large plane that started to veer suddenly off course, then began a steep and frightening descent. In my dream I screamed to God for help. The plane crashed, but strangely, no one was hurt. I looked back, and saw that the plane had been ripped apart in the mid section, and that the passengers, including me, were calmly disembarking from the torn hull. Strangely, we were in midtown Manhattan, on the sidewalks of New York (where I grew up). I looked up at the tall skyscrapers all around us and wondered how in the world we had landed unharmed, and had not crashed into any buildings. (08 Jul 2002)

... One day I was talking to her and she said that a strange thing had happened to her that morning. She had been at her desk and when she looked up, the landscape did not look right. Then she realized the trade towers weren't there anymore. Then as she just sat there, they came back; they were there again....right where they always are. She said she was sure about it. They were gone and then they came back. It quite unhinged her at the time. This was in 1999. ... She maintains that it was a clear day; they were simply gone, and then they came back. She does not know what to make of it. This did not happen in conjunction with any sense of foreboding about a future event. ... She doesn't remember that anything else changed on the horizon. "There was just open air where they should have been." She was totally stunned at the time...and then "they just came back." (12 Sep 2002)

It starts September 10th 2001 late at night, I had to go to school next morning and so I tried to get a day off the next morning by pretending I was sick to my Parents however when I reached the toilet I felt an overpowering choking take over my body....As If I had been Inhaling Smoke or Dust at a rapid pace. Immediatly I questioned my parents whether the house was on fire but after they reassured me there wasn't I went to bed, While asleep I had a very Clear dream In which Dust was chasing me Down the streets of Manhattan and as I turned I seen only One Tower of WTC was standing, and it was on fire. Several Hours Later I was woke up and as we turned on the TV there was Breaking news that the Twin Towers were on fire, and I shook with shear fear. [This boy, 8 years old at the time, had previously been to New York and to Windows on the World. --ed.]

On Labor Day Monday, 2001 (8 days before 9/11), about 3:30 in the afternoon, I flew out of La Guardia returning to Nashville, TN. The flight was uneventful, but for some reason, I was completely terrified as I sat in my seat. I have never been particularly comfortable in a plane, but I have never experienced the terror that I did when I flew out that day. After I got back home, I told a number of people what had happened. I told them I was seriously considering never flying again if whatever caused that to happen could make it happen again. Some people thought I'd had a panic attack, but all I knew was that for no apparent reason, I was in my seat writhing with fear.

I'd lived in NYC from 1973 until 1984, and while I was there I'd had a recurrent dream about falling out of the top of a very tall skyscraper, one that was square at the top, when the building collapsed. I'd also had at least one dream that Manhattan was blocked off by terrorist blowing up of the bridges connecting Manhattan with the mainland and that we were trapped without being able to leave the city. I saw both of these things happen on 9/11: people falling from the World Trade Center and Manhattan closed. (12 Aug 2002)

On September 6, 2001, I had a dream of a street filled with debris and clouds of dusty brown smoke rolling in from all sides. Into my field of view stumbled George W. Bush wearing a grey suit with a big white question mark painted on its back. The paint was fresh, still dripping. Unable to secure a solid footing, he moved forward and away from me into the dust, and disappeared. That week I was in Hawaii on business, and couldn’t help but expect news of his demise, political or physical. I couldn’t deny my sense of expectation or excitement, a sort or dark knowing, yet couldn’t make out just what was coming. All I knew was that it had to do with the president, and it was going to be a bad thing.

[A few days later] ... I’d had the book for months [The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying], but never flipped past page 1. The timing never felt right. Its also a big subject, and I avoided it. But at long last the urge hit and I picked it up and turned to page two. Somehow it seemed like the right time to learn about death.

I got to page 8 when I had a strong feeling that someone close to me in New York had just died. Speaking defiantly aloud, to whom I’m not sure, I said “No, it's not time yet.” I thought it weird, but paid not too much heed. I closed the book, set my alarm, and lay to sleep. At last wink, the clock read 2:45 am which, in New York, is 8:45 am. And the date happened to be September 11, 2001. (23 Dec 2002)

It was at my birthday party in April [2001], and my friends and I often talk about metaphysics. More so about energies and how we feel and such. Someone asked me a question (that I rather not say, because that haunts me even more). I knew I could see the future but I've never particularly liked doing so. However at their request I looked forward. I then told the entire room that there would be a tragedy like nothing we had ever seen before. That is would happen in late August, but most assuredly it would occur in New York City. I told them I saw running in the streets, broken glass and dead bodies. What bothered me was no one cared about the bodies, and at the time I described it as being sort of like a riot. But much much worse. I knew if it was a riot it would be more deadly then anything we had seen before.

My friend was satisified with my answer, and I was frightened by it. It was the first 'big' prediction I had ever made. I decided then, that if it came true that I would accept that yes I could see the future. If it didn't then I would be relieved and know I didn't have such an ability (which means the other things I saw wouldn't come true either). I confided in only my closest friend at the time, what I saw but didn't tell the others. On the street I saw that had the broken windows, and dead bodies I then saw what looked like a wave of blood, as tall as the building, and rushing to cover the people. I didn't mention it to anyone else because a wave of blood like that seemed impossible. So I didn't feel it important to mention, but it also was very spooky and I didn't want to mention it.

Okay, so August came and went, and the beginning of September I was happy. I felt that, yes I couldn't see the future. I wasn't a nut. Then 9/11 occured. I sat in my car as I listened to the radio. They talked about how one plane just hit one of the twin towers. The radio then went on to say, it's okay there is another plane, we think it's going to drop water on the tower. I stated out loud in my car, "No, it's going to hit the other tower." The next thing the radio said was, "Oh my god, it hit the other tower." I knew that there would be more that day, as I think some of us just knew there would be. However it wasn't till the towers fell that the wave of blood made sense. It wasn't blood but a wave of dust from the towers collapsing that I had seen. That was when I knew, that yes, I can see the future. I can no longer deny it. I may not like what I can see, but I can see it. (28 Dec 2002)

Most of my anxiety in all its forms I directly attribute to one singular event which I experienced my first week in NYC.

I had what I strongly believe was a premonition in the indoor observation deck at the top of World Trade Center Tower 2 when I first came here nearly 10 years ago. That feeling I was suddenly overcome with, was so unmistakably black, and evil, and felt somewhat as if I had been covered from behind by some sort of black blanket. This experience also nearly rendered me completely incapable of seeing for what must have been about 10-12 seconds. Another way to describe what the 'overcome' part felt like, would be to say think back at what we feel when we stand up too quick, or hyperventilate. That rush you get that makes you dizzy. This experience was very similar, however COMPLETELY different.

I have no doubt in my mind that what I felt was not a head rush, but something much worse. I knew the feeling I was having was in direct relation to where I was standing at the time, and that I would never be back up to that spot again. That's exactly what transpired. I of course had no idea the towers would be completely gone, however...

I also never felt the need to talk about this incident till after Sept 11th.. What I felt truly petrified me, maybe even more so than Sept 11th itself.. I think It was only then, AFTER it happened, that I even thought about that experience since it happened. I had conveniently suppressed it for nearly 10 years.

For a week before Sep. 11th I felt very depressed and I could not think of any reason why. I thought to myself, "I am happy in my marriage, the kids are OK, work is going well, life is good in general, so what is my problem?". I just could not shake a feeling of profound sadness in the pit of my stomach. People who knew me well asked, "Are you OK? You just do not seem like yourself at all". Then, two nights before Sept. 11th I had a disturbing dream.

In the dream I was in a very tall building (I have a fear of heights) and there were many people with me. Suddenly the building began to shake and sway and people panicked, running around, screaming and trying to escape. I looked out the windows and there were clouds of smoke all around and the buildings next to us were crumbled. When I woke up I began to cry. I dragged myself through the next day, crying on and off and thinking that I really needed to go to a shrink because I was cracking up.

The next morning I awoke with my stomach in knots and a deep feeling of apprehension and dread. As I drove to work I was sobbing and thinking that I was definitely losing my grip. But still, I could not understand WHY.

I am a teacher, and that morning I went to take the attendance cards to the office as I do every morning. As I walked into the office I saw that the television was turned on and when I looked at it I understood what my dream and depression were all about. An eerie feeling crept over me as I realized that what I had dreamed had come true. I began to cry again, but this time I knew exactly why. Sadly, reality and nightmare had become one.

Date: July 29, 2001 at 03:03:34
From: D.P.
Subject: Fall/Winter,New York,7.7,80%

Has anybody else out there had a premonition dream of an earthquake hitting New York? I had my dream about 2:33 AM, July 29th, 2001.

In the dream I was watching the Today Show on my TV and Katie Couric was talking. All of the sudden everything at the Today Show studio shook and the TV signal from New York blacked out and immediately cut back to local advertisements. ... I also saw periodic cut-ins into the local broadcasts by Katie doing a remote hook-up from a television truck and she was talking about 10,000 people dying in a building. Either she was talking about the Empire State Building or the World Trade Center. In the dream the quake was very devastating because she could barely hold her emotions together on the air and in the background of the TV image I could see huge open spaces where tall skyscrapers once stood and one tall skyscraper billowing smoke from all of it's broken windows. While Katie was interviewing some survivors, more aftershocks hit the city and knocked out the TV transmissions once more.

I usually don't write about dreams and I usually don't dream about far away places, but this dream stuck out because it scared the "you know what" out of me. (Archived and dated Sep 24 2001, see The Wayback Machine.)

I am 33 years old, born and raised in NYC, my wife is 27 and from from Indiana. We were married on top of the World Trade Center on 8-11-2000. ...

On about September 9th [2001], possibly the 10th (we can't remember which day), in our bathroom we noticed on the wall above the toilet a section of the wall had developed what appeared to be a dark gray/blackish mold-like substance, about 2 feet by 2 feet...kind of like a big stain. At the time we didn't think much of it except that it was strange. The fact that we didn't think much of it is strange in itself...normally I would think this is an indicator of a leak or some other problem and I would investigate it immediately. I didn't investigate it at all. Furthermore, it's strange that we didn't try to clean it off....and neither one of us can remember if we touched it.

Also, around September 9th, I was overwhelmed with depression which is not typical for me. The depression got to the point that I cried several times which is also not typical of me. The night of September 10th, I cried my eyes out.

On September 11th, both my wife and I woke up with terrible headaches. While my wife does occasionally get headaches, I rarely do. In addition to the headaches we both had this unsettling feeling. We did not want to go to work that day, but we did anyway. At the time of the terrorist attacks my wife and I both left work and went home. We sat glued to the television, calling our families and friends. The stain on the bathroom wall disappeared on either the 11th or the 12th, and never re-appeared since. Our headaches were gone by the 12th.

There was no plumbing in the wall... One odd thing to wonder is why my wife and I never attempted to clean the stain....we both wondered what it was, but we were mostly unfazed by it. It was only after it was gone, after 9/11, that I thought about it and inspected for moisture and tried to recreate it [without success].

I went to my mother's house to visit her as I did on many days in late June 2001. I needed to go up to the store shortly after visiting to get some cigarettes, and she and I drove up to the gas station. She said I will take you up there in my car so we went. We pulled up to the gas station and she ran in for me. As I waited for her to come out something made me stare at the building of this gas station. This gas station is called "flyers", and on the side of it is an airplane flying across to the corner of the other side. [Similar to one at right.-ed.] As I stared at the airplane strange information came to me. My mother came out and immediately noticed something was not right with me. She said what's wrong? That's when I told her that there is going to be a very bad plane crash and that so many people are going to die. I asked her how many people can an airplane carry? She said a few hundred she thought. I told her it would be so much more than that. I told her that it would be on every channel on t.v. And that it would be written in our history books and that there has never ever been any kind of plane crash like this before. She wanted to know what just happened to me. I said look at that airplane on the gas station - you see that? Something made me look at that, whatever it was would not let me look away. I told her it was going to happen in two or three months, but more like closer to the three month mark. I felt all of the people like they were calling out to me for help. It was so scary I wanted to cry but didn't... I told them both that when this happens you will remember what I told you... It wasn't until 9/11 did I figure out that the airplane on the side of the wall was how it would happen. I cannot ever forget what happened to me that day in June 2001, and how I should have called someone even if they would have thought I was crazy. I just have always felt like I let all those people down I will never be the same...

... because we are now just passing the 5 year anniversary of 9/11 it just feels like time to share what happened to me on the morning of September 10, 2001. Here is my story.

I was relaxed and enjoying a leisurely morning in my apartment ... in Utah. As I was getting ready to head out for the day I decided to take a leisurely shower. ... As I stood there in the shower letting the water run over my head and body I started feeling an immense pressure coming down onto me like a giant wave of the ocean. As this pressure increased I suddenly started feeling great waves of emotion gushing through me and then I began to cry, I felt a great sadness and it became more intense until I was weeping uncontrollably, the great waves of sadness and kept coming relentlessly. I found that I had no control over this crushing weight and began to fall to the floor of the shower where I sobbed even more deeply, weeping and sobbing in convulsive waves. I have never wept like this before or since that day. There was absolutely nothing I could about what was happening to me and through me. I continued sobbing on the floor of the shower for at least several minutes, I'm not exactly sure. ...

As I rested in the kitchen area, leaning against the counter for some extra support I felt perhaps this "event" was over. Trying to make sense of what just happened I started feeling more waves of terror and great sadness when all of the sudden another huge wave of emotion and tremendous pressure came over me again! Once again I fell to the floor, knees first and then all the way face down, on the side with my arms over the back of my head where I wept and sobbed uncontrollably again and again and again. ... I screamed at the top of my lungs towards the heavens and with my hands high above my head and asked in great frustration, "Why is this happening?!", "Why is this happening?!", "Why is this happening?!". I continued to scream this question until the waves of terror dissipated.

Within a short while after this I was ready to go out for the day. Soon I was caught up in the activities of that day as if nothing had happened that morning ... I pretty much forgot about this incident until early the next morning, with my cell phone ringing I climbed out of bed and answered the phone. It was my friend ... telling me that the World Trade Center in New York City was being attacked! -- Daniel

Today when my ten year old son Tyler came home from school, he had a lot of questions about the 9/11 tragedy. This was a first, since he was only five when the tragedy happened. He wanted to know what we were doing that day, and he asked me if I knew about the other planes that not only hit the tower but also hit the Pentagon. I told him I knew all about that tragic day. I asked him if he had known about 9/11 prior to today after hearing about it at school, and he said he hadn't remembered seeing anything but he did remember hearing about the towers. Then he got all excited and mentioned that he did remember having a dream the night prior, of two planes crashing into each other. He swears he remembers telling me about his nightmare the next morning, but I don't recall.

I asked him to describe the dream. He said after the two planes crashed into each other, he heard a loud siren begin to bellow, as he did the sound effect for me. Then he said the lights came out. He described them as large movie lights and told me they were looking for more planes in the night sky. He said the last thing he remembered right before waking up, was that he was standing next to two tall buildings that were just about to fall on him. His dream is a little different from the actual events but its pretty darn close. I also noticed tonight for the first time while watching the news, that in the place now for the two towers are two large spot lights that shine into the night sky. I thought that was interesting, since Tyler mentioned the same sort of lights shining into the night sky.

[2-3 weeks prior to 9/11] I had a dream of a tremendous explosion and being blown into the air at a great height. I have a fear of heights and remember thinking I was going to die (seemed very real). There was a great deal of black smoke. As I was falling through the air I noticed dozens of other people falling with me, at different heights. Strangely, this calmed me down a bit. Then I realized I was going to soon hit the ground. I landed on a pile of bodies, some groaning and some not moving. I awoke, and noted with great relief it was a dream. Then I noticed I was shaking, and the bed sheets and pillowcases were saturated in sweat. I could wring them out. (For an unknown reason I slept on an exercise mat in an empty bedroom that night.) It was 5 am. I couldn't go back to sleep. I went to work 2 hours early, walked in the back door. My nurse who arrives early was there. I had no intention of saying anything, but she kept saying "You! look odd, did something happen?" I reluctantly related the story, telling her it was the most "real" and most terrifying nightmare I had ever experienced. We both apparently forgot about it.

I left work there and went to TX for a week. I was starting a new position in NC on 9/16. We returned on 9/10. About 2 weeks later, while sitting in my office between patients, the whole thing returned to my memory instantly (hair stood up on my neck). I immediately called Linda (nurse) in NC and reminded her of the prior conversation. She dropped the phone. (P. S.- she reminded me of pertinent details I told her that day that I had subsequently forgotten.)

I'm contacting you about a dream I had about 3 months before the events of 9/11. ... In the dream I am standing towards the middle or back of the plane at the air stewards section looking towards the cockpit, all the seats are empty and I'm aware there's a group of us standing towards the back of the plane. There is no-one in front of us and the cockpit door is closed but we are all too scared to approach it. The plane is very noisy but as a group we are silent. There is a sense of 'evil' being the only way I can describe it, I am terrified and know I am going to die. At the same time I'm aware of being a confused observer at this scene looking down on them and thinking 'why are they at the back of the plane?', 'why does she think she's going to die?'. This dream was repeated 3 or 4 times during the night, I'm not sure if it was the same dream repeated or different airplanes. As the observer I'm aware that the plane crashes everytime.

To say I woke up feeling upset would be an understatement. My first thought on waking and for days, months after was 'Oh my god, those poor people, those poor people' and a feeling of terror and helplessness. There were no scenes of gore or bloodshed in my dream yet it was the most terrifying dream I've ever had. ... Even when the events of 9/11 unfolded I didn't immediately relate it to my dream. It was when stories emerged of those who were on the planes and had managed to phone their loved ones that I again felt so upset and also guilty about being powerless to help.

I am telling you these stories before I read the other stories on your web page. I wanted to tell my story of the events leading to 9/11. Just a little background first. From as far back as I remember I always had what people from the South of the United States call the "gift". I was able to see things before they happen, in awake and sleeping states. I could give you a dozen different incidents/stories of dreams/visions I that came true, whatever you want to call them. ...

My daughter was born on 8/11/2000. I had her first birthday party on 8/11/2001. Right after that party, I started having these very vivid dreams of people running from Godzilla, people screaming, running, crying, then I look up (I live on a precinct street across the street is this tall building). In the dream it was getting hit by two large airplanes, the building was on fire, then it just exploded. I kept having this dream over and over again. As it got closer to 9/11 I started feeling very nervous. I couldn't shake the feeling. I decided to give myself what I call a 'me' day. I would go to the beauty parlor, nail salon, spa and get a facial. I decided to ask for Tuesday, September 11, 2001 off so I could vote, then go have my day. My husband took our child to his mother's house in the Bronx very early that day and went to work. When I was getting ready to leave my house I saw the first report that there may have been a plane hit the World Trade Center. There was this hole and smoke coming out. I brushed it off as it was impossible because it was one of those bright clear days, and how could a plane hit that large building? After that day I never had that dream again. After that I had a similar dream with a lot of water, people running and screaming, people very wet, crying running from all this hugh wave. After about a month of having those dreams, the tsunami hit.

The morning of 9/10, my husband woke in the morning and told me of a dream that he had had during night that troubled him very much. He normally never speaks of his dreams. This was very unusual for him to wake and want to talk about his dream. His exact display of emotion is hard to describe but he spoke with a sense of urgency and fear. He said that in his dream, he was watching something horrible over and over again. He could not remember what it was that he was watching over and over but he knew that what he was watching was "evil". He also knew that despite what he was watching in his dream was horrific, he felt safe as he was "watching from a distance". During the course of the day, my husband mentioned his dream a couple of times just in passing about how awful the dream made him feel - even after he awoke. The next day, 9/11, we got our children off to school and then spent the rest of the day paralyzed watching the events of 9/11 on CNN, over and over. It wasn't until 9/12 that I looked at my husband and said to him, "Now you know what you were watching in your dream, over and over."

Exactly one week before 9/11, my husband and I were on a plane, heading home from a vacation. Although awake, I kept seeing a picture in my head of a newspaper with the words "plane crashes - 64 dead". Not a picture of a plane or crash, but of a newspaper article. Although nervous on this flight, I didn't feel particularly in danger. Still the picture in my head haunted me. I even felt compelled to write it down on a little piece of paper after we got home, and tuck it away somewhere "just in case", and I told my husband about it.

When 9/11 happened, I wondered if there was any connection to my vision. But later when the news revealed that there had been 64 people on the one plane that crashed at the Pentagon, I knew it couldn't have been just a coincidence.

I also had a dream some time afterwards about a particular name of someone trying to contact me. The name was in text form. Plenty of variations on how it could be spelled, but this was exact. In searching, I found this name to be one of the victims in the Pentagon crash, although not a passenger on the plane.

I had the following dream on September 9th 2001: I was walking down the street of a major metropolitan city with my father. (I spent a summer in Harlem with my dad when I was a kid, so I always associate him with New York.) Suddenly a crowd of people came running towards us for apparently no reason. Then a tornado came around the corner and then I knew why they were all running. That’s when I woke up.

The dream had a very emotional feel to it, but I wasn’t traumatized by it. In fact I pretty much put it out of my mind. Then on September 11th, I watched the footage of the 1st tower collapse. When I saw the scene pictured below (the dust cloud swirling around the corner like a tornado) I remembered my dream. It was almost an exact match.