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Dream:Young man early twenties is in a car with his mother headed off of a freeway exit. My spirit or conciseness is hovering many feet above the car and many feet back from it. I know the young man in the car is a quadrapledgeic. He has curly brown hair and a friendly round face. Of his of his mother, I know nothing except that she is driving.Next, I am in what I sense, is his bedroom and though he is physically not present, In my minds eye, I see his face like a large hologram. He speaks very clearly to me and asks,"Can you see me?" I respond "Yes, I can see you". Then, once again I am, back to five minuets earlier, hovering over the car.I hear a voice from above me, say " because he lacks this I have given him this" I knew the voice meant that the boy had the ability to see and dream with those that would receive him because of his physical and (I would later find out) speech disabilities. OK..... fast forward three mos. Not dreaming and at work(retail).... A young man is wheeled into the store by his caregiver I am behind the counter and dont give it too much thought. Yet when I look at him there is something oddly familiar about this young man in the wheelchair. He implies with his hands that he would like me to accompany him around the store showing him clothing. He looks at me a lot as if he knows me and too he smiles a lot. I felt the same way but said nothing because surely I wold remember if I had met someone in a wheelchair. At the end of his visit I accompanied him and his caregiver to the register to checkout. Surrounded by many other coworkers and my Supervisor, the young man made a attempt to vocally communicate with me, as he was only physically impaired not in anyway mentally. After many tries of understanding his badly impaired speech, the young man would shake his head "NO" at my failed guesses. Then with the utmost determination as clearly as he could he asked me again "DO YOU REMEMBER ME FROM THE DREAM" I was stunned for a moment.I repeated his question back to him to make sure I got it right. He went crazy with a YES nod. I laughed "THAT WAS YOU FROM THE DREAM WASNT it, I said. The Yes nods were still going wild, as if to say: NOW YOU GOT IT! Then, I knew where I remembered him from.... The Dream plane!!! I told him it was good to see him "AGAIN" and he gave me a nod that said "same here". As he left his caregiver looked like he would quit his job for being spooked. I turned and looked at everyone behind me, everyone including my supervisor immediately went on cigarette break. Me....I found confirmation. This story is an actual fact and did occur without any fabrication.

It stands very tall it glitters gold at its top, that is where they pray....The day is grey the air cool, my back is turned to to the entrance, maybe 8 to 10 feet from it. I never turned to face it . The Explosion is deafening, from weather in or around it the explosion came, I dont know. I have to believe it came from within the place. Pieces of the place busting off and shattering.I never moved just stood still watching and knowing that I was somehow exempt from the danger.Observing those people running from inside, scattering and passing me like a herd in an attempt to escape its predator.Though I note that all those running and bleeding were of the male gender I never recall seeing a woman.As I stood there like a "ghost" I realized they could not see me, Yet, one man running and and gasping for breath ran right past me, four feet he stopped turned looked me right in the eyes, for maybe four seconds,The terror on his young face met with obvious confusion at the site of me, as if to say, why are you just standing there. He wasted no time, turned and headed for his older dark green volvo. And then.... I was there no more.