7/28/05
Words from the waking world: Dreams have been quiet (unremembered) for the past couple of days. Could be caused by being too tired - I just want to sleep some more and probably could use a good rainy day to do nothing but lounge around, read and sleep. The dream that follows is one of a few pre-cognitive dreams that I have had over my lifetime. This one occurred during the week of January 14, 1986 - two weeks before the Challenger STS-51L accident. For reference, I was working near the Kennedy Space Center at the time and very aware of shuttle launch missions, dates and times. For me, shuttle launches were spectacular events that were not to be missed. If you have never seen one up close, you owe it to yourself to see one - what you see on TV is nothing compared to the sensation of seeing one live.
I am standing on the balcony of a nicely appointed condo overlooking the water. The balcony appears to be 10 to 12 stories above ground level. The water below is flowing and I know that this is a river, not the ocean.
I look across the river and can see the shuttle launch site. I can sense the countdown and know that liftoff is coming soon.
The shuttle has lifted off and I watch as it rises out of sight. Looking down, I see seven pairs of eyes hit the balcony at my feet and bounce a couple of times as they come rolling past me.
Although all I can see are seven sets of eyes, I am terrified by the realization that there are seven people who are now dead. I am very upset and turn to go into (hide in?) my condo. As I turn, I see two children, a boy and a girl, standing by the sliding glass door. They are visibly upset and are reaching out to me and crying, "Mommy" over and over. They are only a few feet from me in front of the door but they appear to be sliding farther and farther away. Their reach is more strained the further they go; I can see the tendons in their fingers stretch as they reach harder towards me.
I am emotionally shaken by this dream and wake in a sweat. The feeling of horror does not leave me for days.
Words from the waking world: When my mother dreams of someone in a wedding dress she knows that someone will soon die. For me, eyes in a dream are a prediction of death. Immediately upon waking from this dream I turned to my partner and said that the upcoming shuttle launch was not going to go well. I told only one other person about this dream before the launch. Both of them thought I was wound a little too tight. The day of the launch, I tried to miss the launch by dallying in the cafeteria but since I was working so close to the Space Center (and on shuttle projects), it was impossible to make excuses for not walking outside and watching with everyone else.
I am standing on the balcony of a nicely appointed condo overlooking the water. The balcony appears to be 10 to 12 stories above ground level. The water below is flowing and I know that this is a river, not the ocean.
I look across the river and can see the shuttle launch site. I can sense the countdown and know that liftoff is coming soon.
The shuttle has lifted off and I watch as it rises out of sight. Looking down, I see seven pairs of eyes hit the balcony at my feet and bounce a couple of times as they come rolling past me.
Although all I can see are seven sets of eyes, I am terrified by the realization that there are seven people who are now dead. I am very upset and turn to go into (hide in?) my condo. As I turn, I see two children, a boy and a girl, standing by the sliding glass door. They are visibly upset and are reaching out to me and crying, "Mommy" over and over. They are only a few feet from me in front of the door but they appear to be sliding farther and farther away. Their reach is more strained the further they go; I can see the tendons in their fingers stretch as they reach harder towards me.
I am emotionally shaken by this dream and wake in a sweat. The feeling of horror does not leave me for days.
Words from the waking world: When my mother dreams of someone in a wedding dress she knows that someone will soon die. For me, eyes in a dream are a prediction of death. Immediately upon waking from this dream I turned to my partner and said that the upcoming shuttle launch was not going to go well. I told only one other person about this dream before the launch. Both of them thought I was wound a little too tight. The day of the launch, I tried to miss the launch by dallying in the cafeteria but since I was working so close to the Space Center (and on shuttle projects), it was impossible to make excuses for not walking outside and watching with everyone else.
posted by GFK at 12:35 PM
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