story10773.xml
Title
story10773.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2004-08-31
911DA Story: Story
I had been dating a girl for some weeks, really starting to like her, but going very, very slow because I had just come out of a bad relationship. Her brother had been in a car accident and we had visited him in his room. I felt very close to her that night, she including me in her family affairs like that - she clearly loved her family and I admired that in her. I got to meet her Dad and he seemed OK with me, so that was nice as well.
We went to dinner and I decided to tell her about a very weird dream I had the previous night, 9/09/01. I could not get this dream out of my mind. I was feeling rather tense, out of sorts, and this dream kept bugging me so I decided to tell her about it.
In the dream, I was in a tall building that was lifeless and somber, a sort of leaden, concrete look to everything. I was running from floor to floor frantically looking for a way out, or just to figure out where I was. Then I noticed that there were bodies everywhere - not whole bodies, but torsos, heads, arms - but oddly, no blood or gore. Everything was just covered with thick grey dust. Finally I came to floor where I saw a maroon object wrapped in a white cloth - I approached it and to my horror, noticed that it was a baby that had been terribly burned. It made no sound but was writhing in pain, and extended an arm out to me, grabbing my ankle. Then I heard the most pitiful cry imaginable in my dreaming mind's ear - HELP ME it seemed to say. HELP ME HELP ME over and over. I woke up in a cold sweat thinking, "Boy, that was a doozy!" but could not shake the image of the bodies and that pitiful burned baby.
The morning after my date I was awakened by the very first reports from the burning towers. Somehow I knew what was coming and was filled with the most terrible dread. I instantly knew that the hole in the building had been made by a large airplane, and was connected with the dream. I've always had a terrible dread of being trapped in a tall building by fire and being forced to jump - odd, because I have no fear of heights or fire individually, and I am not the "worrywart" sort.
When the buildings collapsed and covered everything with grey dust, I was astonished and horrified to realize that my dream had in some sense come true. It took months to get over the shock and I'm still not over it. I worry about the next dream and tend not to remember them now, thank God.
What can was say? Did I somehow hear the collective shout of agony of all the victims, who knew they were doomed? It's a terrible thing to live with. I almost feel like a survivor myself, that in some weird sense I was actually in the buildings.
I'll never forget that one dream or that day. I hope to come to peace with it some time, but it hasn't happened yet.
We went to dinner and I decided to tell her about a very weird dream I had the previous night, 9/09/01. I could not get this dream out of my mind. I was feeling rather tense, out of sorts, and this dream kept bugging me so I decided to tell her about it.
In the dream, I was in a tall building that was lifeless and somber, a sort of leaden, concrete look to everything. I was running from floor to floor frantically looking for a way out, or just to figure out where I was. Then I noticed that there were bodies everywhere - not whole bodies, but torsos, heads, arms - but oddly, no blood or gore. Everything was just covered with thick grey dust. Finally I came to floor where I saw a maroon object wrapped in a white cloth - I approached it and to my horror, noticed that it was a baby that had been terribly burned. It made no sound but was writhing in pain, and extended an arm out to me, grabbing my ankle. Then I heard the most pitiful cry imaginable in my dreaming mind's ear - HELP ME it seemed to say. HELP ME HELP ME over and over. I woke up in a cold sweat thinking, "Boy, that was a doozy!" but could not shake the image of the bodies and that pitiful burned baby.
The morning after my date I was awakened by the very first reports from the burning towers. Somehow I knew what was coming and was filled with the most terrible dread. I instantly knew that the hole in the building had been made by a large airplane, and was connected with the dream. I've always had a terrible dread of being trapped in a tall building by fire and being forced to jump - odd, because I have no fear of heights or fire individually, and I am not the "worrywart" sort.
When the buildings collapsed and covered everything with grey dust, I was astonished and horrified to realize that my dream had in some sense come true. It took months to get over the shock and I'm still not over it. I worry about the next dream and tend not to remember them now, thank God.
What can was say? Did I somehow hear the collective shout of agony of all the victims, who knew they were doomed? It's a terrible thing to live with. I almost feel like a survivor myself, that in some weird sense I was actually in the buildings.
I'll never forget that one dream or that day. I hope to come to peace with it some time, but it hasn't happened yet.
Collection
Citation
“story10773.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 18, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/15156.