On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001 I was in bed having a very vivid dream that I was standing up in the back of a plane and was suddenly thrown forward as if the plane slammed into something. I jumped up out if bed sweating and panting and saying out loud "What the ___k was THAT?!" I went downstairs and put the tv on just as the second plane hit the WTC. To this day I'm convinced I somehow saw this through the eyes of somebody on the first plane.
Being chased through a forest so thick durin he middle of the day it looks like midnight and being captured. Things went black and I dream woke up in a witch's cottage and was tied up in a chair and their was a boiling cauldron smoking and bubbling green. I woke up and it was a recurring dream