Thanks for the heads up. I don’t dismiss premonitions lightly. I had a strange dream a few days before 9/11.
For months, I kept having dreams that my dad, my neighbor and myself were in my back yard when a jumbo jet flew really low right over our heads and crashed into my dad’s deer pasture just over the hill behind my house.
It freaked me out and seemed very weird because why would my dad, my neighbor and I even be in the back yard, to begin with?
On 9-11, my dad had my neighbor help us finish siding my house.
We were packing up the tools when the neighbor ran back up with the news that the towers were hit and the pentagon had just gotten attacked.
We didn’t know that at that moment that the passengers of Flight 93 were ramming the plane into the field at Shanksville *right then*, not even seconds away, as the jet flies.
There but for the grace of God and those brave people, it could’ve been our neighborhood that was hit by the plane.