Tera sends us the following two dreams:
about 6 months away from home in MPLS, and into art school in San Francisco i started having very vivid dreams. I dreamt I was on a very high bridge, (not unlike something halfway between the train bridge that crosses the river parkway, and the golden gate bridge). There were cars travelling on the bridge, and I was standing on it. It was an opaque night, and i felt I was almost standing in the sky. The moon was high and full. It was a long way down to water below. I remember having an sudden pang of sensation of both awe, excitement and fear as I suddenly realized ‘THE MOON IS GOING TO CRASH INTO THIS BRIDGE.’ Continue reading
Jason recalls this prescient dream:
This dream woke me up at 5am several years ago.
I was in an urban area and everything was more or less gray. There were two buildings and I knew that everyone had to get out of them but I didn’t know why. I went into one building and then the other but not only would no one listen to me, it’s like they couldn’t see or hear me. I was getting more and more frantic and desperate. Suddenly I was far away from the buildings, as if instantly teleported. In my mind’s eye I became aware of this man and I knew that when he opened his mouth something terrible was going to happen. With a maniacal grin he opened his mouth and I could see a vibrational pattern come out of it. I watched in horror as one of the buildings crumbled to the ground. I was screaming at the man to stop but he opened his mouth again and the second building crumbled. That’s when I woke up.
After falling back asleep I woke up again hearing George Bush’s voice on a radio outside talking about a terrorist attack, it was September 11th, 2001.
I dream of dada 