I dream almost every night and I often find myself waking up wondering where I am, why am I not where I was in my dream; I find myself crying, short of breath, etc. My dreams feel real to me on a regular basis. Sometimes it takes a little while after waking up to realize I am no longer in my dream world. It’s crazy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Last night’s dreams had me waking up this morning in a panic. I have dreamed of the apocalypse many times, as well as war, bombing, zombies taking over.. anything along those lines. But nothing was like last night.

When I entered the dream I found myself in a red convertible with the top down, driving up some windy mountainous roads loaded with traffic but yet we were still speeding. Jennifer Aniston was driving (if I was able to choose it would’ve been Ryan Gosling) and the top was down. I didn’t have my seat belt on because I was sitting on my knees with my hands in the air. I remember feeling my hair brushing against my face and the wind against my skin, just like it were real. It was absolutely beautiful weather with a blue sky and white poofy clouds. I remember putting my head back and closing my eyes so I could take some time to embrace the moment. When my eyes opened, I found myself looking behind us and in the sky were 12 or so plane trails shooting up from the ground, all going the same speed and one never going ahead of another. Of course everyone has seen plane trails but never in such a large amount. I remember whipping around in my seat so I could see them right side up. It was an amazing sight yet I was completely terrified. It was then that I knew the world had gone into war. I yelled at Jennifer to look at them. She turned around to see and she couldn’t find the words to describe how she felt either. We actually almost got into a car accident because she could not take her eyes off of them.

This is the time where I woke up this morning. I was awake for a couple seconds and had just enough time to look around our room and make sure Josh was still sleeping. I then fell back asleep.

Mind you, a lot of people don’t believe in reoccurring dreams/events in dreams, etc., saying that it is not possible. I completely believe in it. When I was younger I would have the same dream every Christmas until I was 11. I still to this day find myself in eerily familiar places, talking to the same person I met in an earlier dream, etc. Keeping this in mind, I’ll continue with my second dream.

When I entered this dream, I was in a beautiful purple dress. It was dark violet with some flower detailing at the top and had a sweetheart neckline. I was in a dressing room in a fancy house. I looked out the window next to the full mirror I saw my reflection in. It was still the same day that I was driving with Jen. How I knew this I do not know, but I could feel it. I was then startled by someone calling out my name. I turned to find Josh, standing in the doorway in a very nice suit and tie. “Are you almost ready for my sister’s wedding?”, he asked. I smiled and nodded and followed him out of the room.
-After this part of the dream there is a gray area that I do not remember what happened, if there even was something that happened.-
I woke up (still in my dream) laying on a giant pile of blankets. I was at my mom’s house. The fireplace was going and I felt so warm. I was no longer wearing the purple dress but instead jeans and a hoodie. I scanned the room and saw Josh and his friend playing video games. It was also nighttime. “What happened? Why aren’t we at the wedding?” I asked. He replied, “it was cancelled. Some sort of weather thing or something bad in the air; there was a news flash saying for people to stay inside.” I ran to the window and saw nothing but stars in the sky. My mom was living in the country with the next houses about a quarter mile away, one in each direction. I could see their lights were still on. Something didn’t feel right to me though. I ran down the stairs and outside. My mom came onto the porch and was yelling at me to come back, that it was dangerous and I would get sick. But I wouldn’t listen. I ran out a few hundred feet and began spinning around and around looking at the sky. I was looking everywhere to see if I could find the plane trails. I looked to my left and saw one of her neighbor houses, and behind that was a giant and beautiful city skyline. You could see the glow coming from the other side of the buildings and you knew the city was still wide awake. I began to turn to my right to look at our other neighbor’s house, when I heard a squealing sound that was coming closer and closer and so loud I had to cover my ears. I crouched down and looked up at the sky to my left where the sound was coming from, only long enough to see a huge fireball crash into our neighbor’s house. I flew back from the explosion and stared at their house up in flames. I looked behind their house, back at the skyline. I then saw the planes. 15 planes were taking off from behind the skyline, straight up into the pitch black sky. I began to hear sirens off in the distance. I couldn’t do anything except stare at the house and the planes and the stars, and think about how beautiful it all looked. Suddenly I got up and sprinted to my house. I threw the door closed and began to scream at everyone to pack up anything important that we could use. But no one would listen to me. My mom continued to say there was nothing to worry about, so I took her to the window to see the house and the planes. Still her expression didn’t change. I ran upstairs and warned Josh and his friend. As I was talking I had opened a secret door in my wall that held all my valuables and things I deemed important. I grabbed my red duffel bag and filled it with clothes, a gas mask, canned goods, weapons.. anything I knew we would need. When I realized that I had stopped talking but had gotten no response I turned around to find both boys just staring at me. They didn’t take me seriously. They didn’t think we should leave or prepare ourselves, just like my mom didn’t. I started screaming at them and took them to the other side of the house and showed them our neighbor’s houses. Both now were up in flames. I convinced everyone to come with me into the car so we could drive away. We didn’t know where to go except in the opposite direction of the city.
I then woke up. But I wasn’t in my bedroom. I was sitting in a dark room on a wooden chair, my hands laid out in front of me palms up on a navy blue velvet table cloth. There was a single light hanging above the table in front of me. And sitting across from me was a very small and fragile old woman, with long gray hair in a messy braid. She began tracing the lines on my hands very gently. She then stopped and looked up and stared at me. “You have something. A gift, of sorts. Do you know what I am talking about?” I shook my head. She began tracing the same line and closed her eyes. “You have seen what is coming and what cannot be changed. You have seen it at the beginning when no one else took notice. You saw the future. Here, this line shows me. You know the destruction that is coming. You have seen it in your dreams, many of times.”

And then I woke up. I felt stiff, paralyzed almost. I scanned our bedroom and glanced at Josh who was still asleep. This was real.

I had just had yet another dream of the end of the world. As well as another dream inside of a dream, something I have had happen many times. I do not believe in the Mayan prophecies for the end of this year, but these dreams are something I can’t ignore. It’s sparking my interest more and more each time it happens and is really starting to take hold of all my thoughts. I wish I knew why.