My dream-state premonition of 9 / 11 / 01.

Heads up - this will be another long opening post.

As I recently mentioned to a new forum member (PratchysRevenge), during my first year as a member here, I've been resistant to post about the following personal experience. However, what I experienced could be somehow relevant to that other new member's own experiences of unintelligible fears and their related questions. So I'm working through my hesitations.

Let me say first that I've been resistant to post this experience because of how hurtful this historical event is to so many people. I've also been resistant because of the risk that it might attract conspiracy monger trolls to the PNF.

As the title indicates, this is about my 9/11 premonition. In the past several weeks, I did post a very relevant portion of this experience as a response to one of Debi’s PNF threads. For continuity, I'll copy-and-paste that same content into this new thread at the end of this first post.

I've stated in several past PNF posts that my interpretation of my recognized premonitions indicates that my knowledge seems to be limited to nearly exactly a 48 hour (or shorter) foreview window. By that I mean, my premonitions reveal their real life events within 48 hours (with only one possible, unrelated exception).

Here we go. At approximately 5:50AM Pacific Time on Sunday 9/9/01 I was very suddenly awaken from a dream by the deepest fear I'd ever felt in my entire life. In fact, the very first thought that came to me as I was waking was, "How could I ever feel such sheer terror..." I'll make a sincere attempt to describe what I perceived I'd drempt in those few minutes or seconds before waking.

In my dream, I was an adult of my then current age (39) but I was in the backyard of my last childhood home. [In full disclosure, I moved into this same home when I was ten but lived there until I was 25 so I have 15 years of recollections of the scene.] That home was a duplex where my parents and I lived in one of the two units and my Sister, brother-in-law, and nephew lived in the other.

Let me setup a relevant real world visual for the scene. There was also a second duplex identical to our own on the lot immediately north of ours. When we moved into our duplex, my brother-in-law built a wooden fence surrounding our own duplex's backyards using common 6' tall dog-eared cedar boards. That fence separated us from our neighbors on all three sides of our backyards. However, at regular intervals, the 2"x4" horizontal rails, which the vertical dog-eared fence boards were attached to, were exposed. Even for someone shorter than 6' tall, stepping up on a horizontal rail could make it possible to peer over into the neighbors' yards. When I lived there, I was friendly with the people in the second duplex so no meaningful reasons for why on rare occasions I might not choose to peek into their backyard.

So back to my dream description where, as I said above, adult me was standing in my own backyard. I was facing the wooden fence. For some reason, I was very much compelled (this is the only verb which makes sense for the sensation I had) to look over the fence and look down at either the neighbor’s yard or the spot between our yards. I didn't know what I was expecting to see other than a grassy yard or maybe the shorter galvanized chain link fence our neighbors had installed right next to our wooden fence. Regardless, the compulsion was strong. As I stepped towards the fence, and stepped up onto one of the exposed horizontal rails, I looked over our wooden fence, and then I immediately stepped down off the rail and I stepped back. I couldn’t tell within my dream if I’d somehow lost interest or what, but I couldn’t perceive having actually had a view of anything intelligible upon looking down from up there.

A similarly strong compulsion returned immediately but this time I was compelled to focus on the fence itself instead of the neighbors' yard beyond it. I looked at the fence but I became emotionally puzzled because something didn't feel right about the situation though from a short distance the fence appeared to be normal. I moved towards the fence again - this time instead of a step forward it was more of a glide forward which felt more ethereal - and the individual fence boards became more of my focus rather than the fence as a whole. The more my focus narrowed, the greater my feelings became confused...and, then an anxiety began too.

Then I took notice of the intermittent 4"x4" vertical posts which the rails were attached too; and I felt compelled to look over and behind the fence again but with a specific focus on one of these 4"x4" posts instead of the dog-eared fence boards. As I moved forward and stepped up again onto one of the horizontal rails, I zoomed my face towards the very top edge of the 4"x4" post and looked over again still expecting to see my neighbor's backyard. But I didn't; and, I couldn't tell what I was seeing on the other side. But as I stepped down off of the rail again, three things happened.

First, I took a strange notice of the long vertical, dark striations of that 4”x4”post's wood grain.

Second, there appeared to be a second 4"x4" post very close to the one I was just focusing on. But, that didn't make sense because those posts were in reality separated by eight to ten feet, they weren't actually separated by inches as I was seeing at that moment.

Lastly, I felt that the imagery of my dream was somehow wrong - very wrong. And, my anxiety grew.

I stepped back away from the fence again and I tried to force my visual perception to become clearer as it felt like I was actually seeing something different than I was repeatedly interpreting the imagery to be. Though I felt like a perception shift should happen, the visual would only “shimmer and shake” a little before being restored back to my remembered view of our backyard and our fence. At this point though, I noticed that the dog-eared fence boards within my field of view were no longer of a consistent shape and size; though their roughly rectangular shapes varied a little, it was clear that all of those fence boards were now materially shorter than the 4"x4" vertical posts. Those 4”x4” posts now stood out as slightly taller than the rest of the nearby fencing.

I was compelled to look yet again, this time to look more closely at the dark, vertical wood grain of those 4"x4" posts. And when I did, I screamed the most horrific scream I could ever imagine. And, I woke up still feeling terrified. As I mentioned above, the very first thought I had was, "How could I ever feel such sheer terror...". That sentence was completed with, "...especially by the imagery of some fence boards or our neighbor's backyard - which I can't actually recall even seeing in the dream though I tried to look several times?"

An adrenaline rush stayed with me for most of the next hour. But the feelings of terror persisted longer. I kept trying to make sense of why I was scared, and in fact scared to such a degree I had never perceived was even possible, and even then by some silly fence boards or a backyard.

I showered and dressed, and on the way to my GF's house, I picked up breakfast for two. We ate outside on her patio and discussed everything and anything as usual. But when it came to this topic, even just a couple of hours later, I couldn't better describe this dream to my GF than what I've written in this post above. Yet the fear, the terror, the anxiety, and now a low level panic were still there with me. Using a post-it note, I even hastily sketched a picture for my GF of what I recognozed last seeing in the dream; but, that didn't help me with the interpretations either. But seeing my sketch was nearly as terrifying as the original dream itself. Every conscious attempt to sharpen my perceptions of the dream's imagery renewed the fear and anxiety and now that panic. I still could not jive the dream images and the unmistakable feeling of terror.

No one needs me to explain what historical event started at 8:46AM Eastern Time on Tuesday 9/11/01.

I'm going to insert here (inside of quotes) my text posted to an earlier thread which Debi titled "We remember... ". That post described where I was, and how I felt, when the news broke. "It was just a few minutes before 6AM Pacific Time and I was taking my short drive to Starbucks. I flipped on the radio and heard the news reporting of the (first) plane crash into the tower. My immediate thought was, "If there is a second plane crash then this is no accident."; and, I went numb.

I got into line at Starbucks - they had the news on too - and a man ran into the store indicating that there was an unconfirmed report that a second smaller plane, "maybe a private plane", hit the tower too.

I raced home with the radio news on again and learned about the second passenger jet's collision.

I stood still in front of my TV for probably most of the day. Numb."


Without first sharing the longer explanation above of my dream, I was unable and unwilling to share in that earlier PNF post the following: By the time 1PM Pacific Time rolled around on 9/11, and I saw on TV the first tower fall, I immediately realized where Sunday's previously inexplicable feelings of terror and anxiety had originated. I was feeling them both again, this time I was feeling them both acutely in real life.

boo said:

I told my hubby about it and he didn't know what to say.

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Yes, neither did my GF. She couldn't help me unravel the complex and clearly conflicted perceptions of my dream.

Even when I pointed out to her again on Tuesday 9/11 the details of Sunday's dream, there was a stillness - a little bit of emptiness - over the possibility that some part of the 9/11 tragedies could have been foreseen.

I’ve returned to my thread to post on a theory I have about one mechanism which might explain at least some premonitions. Cass posted a thought on mechanisms in another thread and that reminded me that I hadn’t finished this thread. What I’ve neglected to post on this thread is the context of an epiphany I had near to 9 / 11 of this year (2018) which intersects my thoughts on at least two of my experiences.

So I have to start by explaining a theory I’ve been considering for probably five years. That theory is that at least a subset of my own premonitions have not been “seeing the future” but instead telepathically receiving another living human’s own concurrent thoughts about their plans for their intended future actions.

Let me see if a fictitious example might help illustrate this theory. Let’s say I perceive a premonition about a coming college sporting event which ends with the favored team losing based upon some really odd and questionable plays made late in the game by two players on the same team. There is a perception that those two players rigged and threw the results of that specific game. Then two days later I actually watch that same game on TV and it plays out in exactly that same way. In my theory, it is possible that I might not have actually seen the future game’s events as a premonition; but, instead I unknowingly received concurrent thoughts from one or both players who were actively practicing their own steps in their role for how they would throw the game. So I telepathically see the results the players are concurrently thinking about but I can’t distinguish this info as telepathic instead of prophetic.

So if you have read my original post in this thread, the following - whether you agree with me or not - might make some sense.

In short, that opening post describes how I strongly believe I had a premonition about the attack of 9 / 11 even though in my dream state I was unable to perceive the actual planes, crashes, and fall of the towers.

Now insert my theory from today’s post indicating that some premonitions might instead be concurrent telepathic info of other living human’s thoughts.

Which leads me to wonder if my premonition of 9 / 11 might have been this confused kind where I was receiving and trying to interpret another’s thoughts - maybe even the thoughts of one of the airline hijackers.

And finally, the most conspiracy based of my points - this is my new thought from late 2018. I wonder if there might have been a spiritual and/or psychic agent or agency put in place in September of 2001 to specifically confuse those who might telepathically pick up on those active planning thoughts from the hijackers. I wonder if a like agent or agency might be one explanation for why my own dream state imagery as shared in my original post might have been repeatedly so very confused.

Let me close by stating that some of my premonitions seem to be metaphorical or “meta” in nature - they are not all crystal clear as others I’ve had are. But as I feel I’ve described originally about my 9 / 11 dream, I could lucidly tell that the imagery in my dream was incongruous and were even wrong; that what I was “seeing” inside the dream was very likely not what I was supposed to be seeing.

7Christie said:

So perhaps you are seeing or hearing or somehow perceiving the thought or intentions or plannings of someone who will later perform this rehearsed event. I can see how you might pick up the thoughts of someone rehearsing a [speech, play, gymnastics routine, springboard dive, etc] because they might go over and over and over the routine many times in their head; especially the difficult or critical parts. If you look at gymnasts, they also move their body and head as they mentally rehearse.

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You’re much more precise that I am 7. You have correctly summarized exactly the key to my point. Even more so as you stated because when someone rehearses or practices in their mind the most critical step(s) to a process or plan, that is the subpart which contains the greatest mental energy and possibly...the greatest intent.

The final bow is that I (and presumable many psychics) may pick up on the clarity of those strong intents and erroneously interpret same as premonition instead of telepathy.