Two days prior to the actual attack on 9/11/01, I had a dream of the twin towers, however they were like models or something. The walls were thin as a dollhouse, and there was a gaping hole though both of them, so that you could see little dollhouse office furniture inside. No fire or smoke just singed edges and splintered wood walls. I brushed off the dream since it just seemed so random and absurd. Then September 11th happened. It was then that I realized that my dream was some sort of twisted prophecy of some kind. Ironically, that weekend I was planning to go to the WTC observatory at night to try to snap some night shots of the entire city. But due to that dream, I decided not to.

Last night I had a weird ass dream. I’m standing on the ground, and looking and rows and rows on flags from all over the world, and some flat tall building. There are little yellow cabs ramming themselves into this building and blowing themselves up. People are running all over the place. I stand there helpless, unable to move as my feet have been swallowed up by the earth. I strain to move, as I see a yellow taxi barrelling down at me. I wake up the instant that the taxi hits me. I get up to brush my teeth and turn on the TV. The traffic report is on ABC News, and they’re talking about how they’re towing cars in the 40’s streets on the east side and how the UN will meet this week. The image comes up of the UN building from the exact point of view of my dream. Looks at the row of flags flying, then zooms on the flat building itself. Strange. I hope it’s a bullshit dream. This terrorist bullshit is starting to really ***** annoy me. You take any more of my friends away from me, and I’m gonna do something about it. You touch my family or anyone I love, I’ll personally hunt you down. Even if it means enlisting to find you. Mark my words.