Early yesterday morning, my daughter awoke as I was leaving the house for work and called out to me: “Daddy, Daddy, did a plane crash? Where did the plane crash?”
“What plane, baby?” I responded. “There have been no plane crashes, hon.”
“But I just had a dream of the plane crashing. I saw the face, the body, people screaming. And whenever I have this dream, there’s always a plane crash. I had this dream just before 911. And three times since. And there’s always a plane crash right afterwards.”
“Well, baby,” I said reassuringly, “there have been no plane crashes today—nothing in the news this morning. Let’s just wait and see.”
“There’s going to be a plane crash, Dad. I know it…”
Later in the afternoon, I heard the report on the radio of a single-engine plane crashing into a high-rise apartment in NYC. Shocked, especially so by Jen’s prophetic dream, I called her to share the news. “Oh my God,” she was freaked out, “Oh my God, why do I always have these dreams come true?”
She wanted more details about the crash, but I had none at the time—just first report sketchy highlights heard on the radio. “Dad, did the engine fall away? I saw the just engine coming at me—trying to hit me. It fell away from the rest of the plane. I had to run because the engine was going to hit me—I was screaming.”
From later news reports:
“They could see the pilot’s face…”
“…two people were in one of the apartments when the plane struck, and both ran out into the hallway.”
“At a late Wednesday news conference, NTSB spokeswoman Debbie Hersman said most of the aircraft was outside the building with only the engine assembly inside.”
-CNN
Yep, my daughter has “the visions”, too. (Just like her Dad and her Aunt Jude.)
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