Floods, Fears and Unknown Dreams
Dreams are very powerful. Dreams can give you wisdom and advice concerning present events or help you attain closure for past events. I have had both types of dreams but I have also had the third type of dream not many people have….psychic or prophetic dreams.
Ever since I was a girl I have experienced psychic dreams. These psychic dreams are not about anything or everything. I cannot see who will win the World Series or the Power Ball Numbers for the Wednesday night drawing. When I have a psychic dream it is always about water. Water is always the main theme in these dreams.
The first psychic dream that I had been when I was 8 years old. I was home sleeping in my bedroom of my childhood home.
I woke up in my dream in a car ride. I was in the back seat on the driver’s side of our SUV going down a major highway. My head was leaning on my arm looking out the window sleepily. We then drove under an underpass and on the other side of the highway there was a water main break. Water was shooting up everywhere, filling the road with water and the cars going the opposite direction were just sitting there.
I then woke up, wild-eyed and confused. I never saw a water main break in my life and I was never on that stretch of highway.
1 week later, we headed to Williamsburg, Virginia to visit the historical sites and to also go to Busch Gardens! It was the highlight of my 8-year-old life…that is until the way home.
I was in the back seat on the driver’s side of our SUV with my head on my arm looking out the window as we headed down the highway. For some reason we started to slow down so I looked up ahead….
On the opposite side of the road, right underneath an underpass there was a water main break. Once I saw that I started to shout “I saw this! I saw this! I knew this was going to happen!” Adults usually don’t take the rantings of an 8-year-old seriously but I knew what I saw and what I experienced.
Since then I have experienced water-based psychic dreams….and recently they have been increasing.
I was sitting in a restaurant that had ceiling to floor windows, over-looking a white beach, palm trees and blue water. I was sitting at a four top table by myself 2 rows away from the window. The next thing I remember is seeing a wall of white water, coming up fast, in the distance. I instantly rose to my feet. I was then in the street, running down a road that was surrounded with white stucco looking houses with small windows. All I remember is looking behind me while running…watching the water get closer and closer.
I woke up to find myself already sitting up in my bed… sweating and very emotional. This was 1 week and 6 days before the Haiti Earthquake and Tsunami.
I was in the middle of a street that had tall buildings with balconies on either side made of shiny metal. The street was busy but not to the point that I could not move. Everyone around me was shorter with dark hair and I did not understand a word anyone was saying, so I knew I was somewhere I have never been before. Then all of a sudden things started to shake. The balconies started to break apart…smaller structures crumbled….everyone was running. I did not know what to do or where to go so I just started to follow everyone. Everyone was hustling in one direction and I looked in the opposite direction for a second…all I saw was what I could describe was a wall of brown…filth-ridden water. I froze. I turned and faced the wall…it came closer and closer…and then black.
I woke up hyperventilating and sweating. All I could hear was the sound of my chest and ringing in my ears. I could not catch my breath. That was 3 weeks and 4 days before the Japan Earthquake and Tsunami.
I was sitting in a small sitting room on the third floor of a hotel. I was with my family and my man and I was near the door to the room. My older sister and I then proceeded to get into a fight. She called me something horrible and to avoid the situation I left the room and walked down 3 flights of stairs. These stairs were old, wooden creaky steps. I then walked out of the building onto the street. The street looked old and French but the people around me were speaking English. There were many people out. I noticed something was going on to the right of me…it might of been a festival or a carnival. I then found myself in a car that was a cab but did not resemble a cab I am used to seeing. The cab was heading toward the event. There was someone to the left of me I did not know and the cab driver. We then started to go through an intersection when the cab driver looked to his left and said clear as day, “That is funny…we would get a tsunami.”
I then looked in the direction he was looking and there was water coming down the street we were intersecting with. The water that was 100 feet away from the cab was only ankle-deep but was filled with very sharp pieces of wood. What I saw behind it looked like a white wave crashing upon the beach. Once I saw this, I bolted out of the right door of the cab and I crashed, using my left shoulder and body, through a door that was framed by wood but had a glass front. I then broke through a second door that was framed by wood but had a stained-glass front. I remember the colors before busting through….beautiful greens, blues and reds.
I found myself running up narrow wooden stairs. I was yelling, “Is anyone here? Hello?!” as I ran up the stairs but no one answered me. I then came to the 3rd or 4th floor and I turned the corner of the steps and looked to the left and there was a very old man sitting on a pea green couch with a dog that resembled a Jack Russell Terrier. He was wearing glasses and a straw fedora with black trim around it. I knelt out of breath and said “Tsunami…Flood…Tsunami..”
I then found myself looking out of shuttered windows…they smelled old and were stained in cherry. All I could hear was screams…and all I could see was wooden filled water.
Some time must have passed because I then found myself walking down the steps, wearing the same clothes but feeling dirty, tired and emotional. I then stumbled out of the broken stain glass door and the main glass door…feeling mud and water underneath my feet.
People were out in the streets…looking at the aftermath of the destructive water. I looked down the street to my left…where I was originally staying with my family and my partner. It looked like a trash compactor. The street was filled…from store front to store front…up to the second floor with debris. It looked as though a dam was formed by all of the debris.
I looked back around in disbelief…I felt like I was sucker punched in the gut. When I turned my head again…a woman was gathering items in the street at will. She was carrying a bent hanger with a brown striped shirt with a hood on it….the same one my man was wearing in the room.
I screamed and lunged at the piece of clothing. I fell to the ground with it. I remember I was leaning up against a yellow fire hydrant…screaming and crying.
I woke up…crying, shaking, and hyperventilating. That was today, May 9, 2011. My dream ended at 10:55 am. Still crying, I reached for the remote and turned on the TV and changed the channel to the news. The first thing for my ears to hear is that the Mississippi River is getting higher and they might open spillway in New Orleans…which I believe it where my dream took place.
When the Earthquakes and Tsunami’s hit Haiti and Japan I felt helpless. I felt like I could have done something to warn people…help people…save people…
Well I hope in one way or another…this warns, helps and saves someone…even if it is just one person.