September 11, I had a recurring dream. I was on a plane
and I knew I was going to die. Everything on the plane
was crazy. I remember people screaming and crying, and
others fighting at the front of the plane. In my dream,
I didn't look like me. It was like I was someone else.
I couldn't see my face; it was just that my body was
different. I was sitting by the window and I could see
a lot of trees and a field. Then everything went black.
I knew the plane had crashed. I was just glad that it
didn't hurt. Then I woke up.
felt sick to my stomach every time the dream recurred.
It was like someone I knew was going to die, like I
was waiting for something to happen. Then September
11 happened and I knew my dream was about flight 93.
I became pregnant soon after. I had a girl whom I named
Leora (which means "light"). She was born
in August, 2002. The dream continued to bother me. I
didn't know the connection.
family had a psychic come to their house to do a group
reading. I asked about the dream. She told me that my
daughter had been on that plane. She said that I knew
about it because our spirits were connected. I really
didn't believe it. I just decided to wait and see if
my daughter said anything. She was about three years
slept over at her grandmother's house one night. She
woke up twice crying, saying she didn't want to be on
the plane anymore, that she wanted her parents. She
was never on a plane. She also said the plane was going
down. There was a woman on the plane named something
like Deora. My daughter says her name is Deora, not
Posted August 2, 2006