I know. I had a dream that in a Woods near compete campus I saw a little White plane had crashed. I saw the pilot. who I knew was Matt, age 27, in detail. I saw his jeans and belt over there, twitching, and the rest of him over here, beaded with perspiration and trembling. I thought "omg he broke in the middle, he cant possibly live that Way".

Matt made eye contact with me. He looked so frightened. I felt such horror.

I write the dream in my journal.

Several days later I was driving to school and heard on the radio that a Mathew so and so, age 27 had crashed in the Woods near the airport which was near campus. He had radioed that his back engine had failed (i think). The announcer sounded really shaken and said the plane had basically broken up in the air. Authorities were looking for amarga body but there was no way he could have survived.

I felt guilty too. And angry. And wished to believe I had possibly heard a news story that morning on the radio and dreamed the visuals as I heard the story. But when I checked the journal, not onlu was it dates but Id recorded dreams after

Many years later I allowed into conciousness that of made eye contact with me perhaps he had dreamed of me the night I dreamed of him.

The only purpose or use it could possibly have is if in my dream I couod have had the presence of mind to tell him what o saw. "matt, baby, I see you near a crashed little White plane. You broke in the middle. You cant survive. You are broken clean at the belt"

The whole thing is absurd.
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Last year I had a worse dream. I was someone else who thought in Spanish and I had to shoot children to save or protect them. It was happening in a house much líke my new dental n North Denver. I had a good talk with my "dreamer" about how i NEVER wanted to dream about anything like that again.
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Since childhood Ive known we are all one consciousness sharing one experience. The individual identity thing has always been elusive and mysterious to me. Im sure that makes me borderline or insane or something. So does my belief that these stories about dreams are true and accurate.

I dont know what it means. Ive heard that trauma can open us up or initiate is into shamanic blah blah blah. I know my beginning esl students who were traumatised could show me things about the refugee camps. I believe a boyfriend and I dreamed each others memories. His english was very límited and he had been traumatised by war, revolution, prison and totalitarian bs.

Im old. I no longer care who thinks I might be crazy or insane or silly. My son says I am "ridiculous". He just doesnt want to think Mom can psychically spy on him. I know because I was a total skeptic when my dad was living. LOL! And o absolutely do NOT are kiddos secret life.