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You know...you are so right. And I believe that dreams can leave people clairvoyant. I am sure that it did scare you a little, huh? I believe it. I'll tell you a story:Originally Posted by LilleKat
Wow... that's some dream. How long did you say you were asleepI'll be interested to see what it means too. There are a couple I had, that I don't need to ahve analyzed... but I thought I'd share anyways. This is all down to timing in the end.... I'm sure I've probably shared these before, but it just really highlights why I believe there is so much more to dreams than first appears.
Dream 1.
I was on board a flight (you can see where this is going already really can't you) walking down the centre of the plane towards the back. I guess I was an air hostess or something because I remember looking at all the passengers and seeing faces. And two really stood out at me - two very blonde kids, about 2-3 years old. Twins - a boy and a girl. They were sat in the two closest seats to the window on my left hand side, hand in hand. I thought nothing much of it really, but as I walked past them and got another few yards down the aisle, I heard an American womans voice behind me screaming "My babies, my babies!" and when I turned around, I saw a rather large woman in hysterics, clutching the same two kids to her chest. When I saw them they were completely lifeless, blue in the face and covered in bleeding wounds and bruises. I woke up at that point and I went to check on my own son.... in the middle of the night on September 10th.
Dream 2.
This was over a series of three dreams... it seemed to always pick up where it left off and I finished up with a running story of events. I was walking down a High street in a town I didn't know. It was very hot and very dry and dusty. That was a fact I could never get away from. I didn't recognise the writing on shop signs or anything... only that they looked almost Arabic. As I looked I saw people sitting in a window of a cafe on my left... but for some reason I turned right, down a dirt track road into the middle of nowhere. You could see where truck tyres had worn ruts in the dust and really dry scrubby plants in the gravel. All the time I was aware of it being inescapably hot and dry and dusty and my throat being sore with the dust. I walked on towards a flat roofed building with boarded up windows and black cloth pinned over glassless window frames. I remember putting my hand on the wall and burning my hand because it was so hot. I did eventually find a door leading into the building on the shady side, but when I went in there was absolutely nothing but dusty floorboards. I looked out of a window back up the road I'd walked down, and I could see oil drums absolutely everywhere! People were sitting on them, rolling them down the street... you name it! I went back outside again to get a closer look and as I did that, oil started to leak out of the steel drums - or at least I thought it was oil. It started to trickle down the road and as it got faster and turned into a stream, I could see it was blood. It was warm and sticky and I could feel the sand shifting under my feet as it ran over them. The stream became a river and for some reason I was walking up it. It was very soon ankle deep and I fell to my hands and knees and kept crawling up the river. A black helicopter went over head - but made no noise at all... nor was there a downdraft like you'd expect. And while I was on my hands and knees I put my hand on something under the surface of the blood-river. I pulled up a set of silver dog-tags with the letters U.S.A.F. on them, but the name and number was scratched to hell and I coudln't read it. then I woke up and it stopped there.
4 days later, war was declared on Iraq.
It's spooky... but I think dreams have a lot to teach us.
My husband is related to John Wilkes Booth, the man who assassinated President Lincoln. I read that there was this slave, and she was clairvoyant through her dreams. And I think it was 1860, right after Lincoln took the presidency that Haley's Comet passed over the atmosphere. Well, she had a dream that a great fight would erupt between brothers, and lots of people would die. And if the president didnt heed the warning, he too would not live to see another term in office. Word spread, and I am not sure if it ever even reached Lincoln or his advisors but, she was hung. They said it was a threat against Lincoln, and she was risk. 1 year later, the Civil War erupted and pitted the north against south (brother against brother) and many men and even women died during the 4 years the war raged on. And on April 15, 1865, Lincoln was shot in Fords Theater during the showing of Our American cousin. So, was the old slave right? I think so.
And Lincoln himself also had a dream on April 13, 1865 that he had followed a crowd of people into the east room of the whitehouse, where he saw his corpse laid out, and heard someone say "Lincoln is dead."
So, yes, I absoutely do believe that dreams are powerful messages. And I think you are right, and I appreciate you sharing that with me. You are another one that I am going to reference as having clairvoyant dreams. (if you dont mind).
Thanks again for sharing.
