http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=87779
Now, after watching part of Behind the Veil…
Last night I dreamed I developed telekinetic powers, which I used to (a) move my family away from the next terrorist attack, and (b) led a stealth commando attack on Osama bin Laden’s camp in Afghanistan.
No bolt-upright-crying stuff, however.
Starting a few months before the events of September 11th, I began to have terrible nightmares of standing in a tall building, looking out of the window, and seeing a 'plane heading straight towards me. The strange thing is that in the dream it seemed as if the 'plane was aimed at the building.
Since September 11th I’ve had nightmares of falling buildings, terrorists and refugees, but more just a general feeling of daytime malaise…
I was just coming from playing at a benefit concert (I’m a drummer) for WTC victims and we were in a state of martial war at the time.
Came up on a roadblock and applied brakes, but the damn car refused to stop. It would slow down but not stop dammit!. So what happens is I “crash” into a barrier and I am thrown from my car, mostly unhurt, and taken into custody by the military police who think I have tried to “suicide-crash” into their barrier.
As I am being escorted into the guard shack, who do I see but “The Lady” (as I call her)? She is very attractive and has appeared in several of my dreams since WTC, and she is always on the scene of my predicament, and we have become friends - not yet lovers.
I will leave this “True” Romance tale now because I don’t want to bore you, but I think it strange that she keeps reappearing, and only since WTC. I have mixed emotions about “seeing” her again, because the dreams are very vivid
and always relating to WTC, but I am happy to see her.
“To sleep. Perchance to dream?”
Quasi
I just had three days of nightmares (which is a confusing name, since I sleep during the day…)
Saturday I woke up to the nightmare that my parents had turned cannibal and decided to carve up my wife.
Sunday I had a nightmare about being strangled (and woke up with a blocked nose and sheets twisted around my neck).
Yesterday I woke up to something weird and icky-- but I don’t remember what. It didn’t involve the WTC though.
I have to say, being able to walk into the next room and see the bright sunshine streaming in immediately after the mini panic attack is a great cure.