Yes and what's even more creepy is that I keep thinking about the dream.MrSelf wrote: that's kinda creepy.....
I remember when I was inside the elevator, it was yellowish in color and was rather small, 4' by 4' and maybe like 6' high. I had a sudden fear that the building would collapse while I was in there, and the walls of the elevator would be crushed, but not enough to kill me because they're pretty thick and made out of metal, and I'd be stuck in there until I die from hunger, or air. That's when I told myself, "what am I doing here?". The sound of it was so real too... well it shaked allot, and the cable pullies needed oiling, but other then that it was pretty realistic.
Funny thing is, I can't recall any time in a dream where I prayed, since I don't think I ever did in any dream. And that's definatly a situation worth praying for in real life.
So that might mean in my dreams there's no God. So I wonder what happends if I die in a dream.
And as for the part before the whole WTC, I have no clue what that meant... Like seriously, people beating each other up with axes. LOL And what does that have to do with the WTC.... or what does the WTC have to do with that.? But while I'm pretty sure they were seperate dreams, they were one right after the other, so somehow there's a connection.
Bah, dreams are freaky.
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