Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Last night I had a dream that my parents were divorced and I was living in the house I grew up in with my dad and his new wife. My dad told me that he and his wife were part of a terrorist organization that was staging an attack on November 11 at 4PM that would be far more destructive than what happened on September 11. He said it would include biological warfare as well as hijacked airplanes. He gave me a vial of pills and told me to take one so that I would be protected against Anthrax. He also told me that he and his wife would be killed if they ever found out what he had told me. Then I woke up. I must have been whimpering because Glenn asked me if I was okay. "Just a bad dream." I said. "About what?" he asked. "People killing people," I murmured, and fell back asleep. Two nights ago I'd had a dream about finding a mutiliated dead body in a public bathroom, so the dream about my father seemed tame. But then the dream continued. I dreamt that it was November 11 and Glenn and I were sitting in my bedroom watching a movie. It was ET, I think, except Sally Field was in it. I kept watching the clock to see how much time we had left until 4PM. I guess I was hoping nothing would happen. My dad and his wife were scurrying around the house but I'm not sure what they were doing. Then 4PM came. I heard an airplane flying overhead so I looked out the window. Above me it did a complete U-turn and started flying the other way. "It's happening," I said frantically to Glenn. We each took a pill and started gathering our things together to make a run for it. Warm clothes, running shoes, contact lens solution, my glasses. I ran into the kitchen and opened every can of cat food we had, hoping that the cats would be able to live for a while without us, if we could ever come back to get them. Then I started piling potatoes into my Manhattan Portage bag. I wanted to take with me some type of personal trinket and so I ran back into my bedroom to look for my "pocket angel," which, in real life, is a pewter coin-shaped trinket with an angel carved onto it. Glenn gave it to me. In the dream I couldn't find it and I realized I had left it at work. In real life I do keep it at work. Glenn was at the car out in front, quickly loading it up. It occurred to us that we should have stocked up on water and gotten a full tank of gas. He came back inside and asked my father how we were supposed to flee if the highways would be jammed. My dad said solemnly, "There's going to be a pause, and then we're [meaning he and his wife]going to leave. I'll let you know when the time comes." Then I woke up again. I shook Glenn until he woke up too, and then I started crying and I told him about the whole dream. He said, "Don't worry, it's just a dream." I said, "Kind of." He said, "What do you mean?" I said, "People really do fly airplanes into buildings." I managed to fall asleep again and this time Glenn and I were in a different house, trying to escape the terrorist attacks. I was trying to empty the contents of the medicine cabinet into my bag and Glenn was putting water out for the cats to drink. I don't know what my preoccupation with the cats was all about. We had a full tank of gas this time and a full gas can in the trunk for when that ran out. We were going to drive to Iowa on the back roads and try to make it to my grandmother's house right across the Mississippi, and then continue on to Des Moines to meet up with one of Glenn's friends. I don't know if we ever made it or not. I woke up before that. A September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. November 6, 2001 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Amanda Fekety September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Anna Boudinot September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email463.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. email Created by Author Whether the author created this item. unknown Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. yes Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-08-20 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 12.84.20.164