I have posted stories on here before that since I was little I always had a certain link with the paranormal. This has to be the freakiest thing that ever happened to me. I scare people when I tell them this experience. It also runs in my family, my cousin has been contacting with ghosts ever since she was 3. Now she is 11 and we talk whenever we experience something. It was September 9, 2001 and I had a dream about New York. I was walking through an unfamiliar forest. I came to clearing which had an embankment to a river. It was a beautiful day outside and I saw that there was a tree, which shaded a good amount of the area. When I looked across the river I noticed that I had a beautiful view of the New York skyline. It looked like something off of a post card. I noticed there was someone sitting under the tree. I walked over to them and woke up in a cold sweat. The dream haunted me all day. The next night I had the full version of the dream I had the night before. I walked up and realized it was my cousin sitting under the tree. We talked for a bit then a glare from NY caught my eye. I looked and saw the sun reflected off of the Twin Towers and I smiled. Then a plane came flying into a building causing a big explosion. The ground shook and the sky turned a dark gray color as we both stood up. I picked her up and put her head into my shoulder trying to cover her eyes. Then all at once before I could speak another plane flew in lower and hit the other building, causing the ground to shake ever fiercer than before. My cousin started to cry and then both buildings fell one at a time. I was so dizzy from grief I fell down and woke up. It was 6:45 a.m. on September 11, 2001 I was drenched in sweat and shaking. I didn’t know what to do or what was going on. All I know is that I was freaked out to no end. I ran to the phone and it started to ring. It was my cousin and she was crying. We couldn’t stay calm, for a half of an hour we freaked out to each other and then promised to call if something else happened. I never thought in a million years that anything like that could happen. I turned on the TV. And tried to relax a little more. When a wave came over me. Very softly I could hear panic screams in my head. They slowly got louder and louder. I closed my eyes and could feel a rumbling sound and the ground was shaking. I could actually feel like I was on a plane. Then I felt a crash and was thrown off of my couch, the screams vanished abruptly. Then not even a minute later, a report that a plane flew into one of the twin towers was all over the news. I ran to the phone and called my cousin. I got her on the phone and we freaked out till no end. I was in a daze all day. Then later came to realize I had lost a close personal friend in one of the buildings. I cannot explain those feelings I was having, but that dream will stay with me forever. It was so realistic that thinking about it makes me sad to no end.
To anyone who lost someone in the 9-11 attacks my deepest condolences to you and your families!
