I posted this earlier on the "Where Were You On 9/11? Tell us your story!" Thread.
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I had a terrible dream that the small town I grew up in was under attack by terrorist and there were nukes going off in the distance. In my dream, I was planning how to gather enough supplies to hunker down when the fallout arrived. As I was making my way through the carnage in search of my family, I noticed the terrorist were not attacking certain people, including myself. I felt no more fear and I approached one of the terrorist and calmly asked him why he wasn’t killing everyone. The terrorist turned into an angel in full glory and said, “the Christians are safe”. The angel turned back into a terrorist and went on attacking others. I woke up, told my wife I just had a nightmare we got nuked, turned on the TV and within a few minutes, the first plane struck. My sister had come to visit my grandmother who lived across the street from me, so I called her. I crossed the street to watch the TV with them and my sister started screaming at me as I approached, “Another plane hit the other tower! We’re at war!”. I couldn’t believe the dream I just woke up from, and neither could they when I told them.