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Morning of September 18, 1990. Tuesday.



In my dream, I am apparently in the (theoretical) future, which seems to be not that long after major changes in society. There is not much drama or many events worthy of note, but my dream’s more vivid parts suggest at least some people becoming some sort of powder, like a “pillar of salt” in the Biblical sense except that it is not salt but seemingly some sort of toxic powder (perhaps rat poison). Two figures are seemingly in a basement, possibly on display, though they may only be unlikely remains (additionally covered with white dust from a building collapsing) based on the unclear “back story” of my dream. They are a man and a woman, possibly a married couple (still in their wedding clothes).

There is a point at where a plane is flying overhead while I am in a basement or lower level of a larger building. I get the impression that there is some sort of threat or possibility of attack by another country and that some buildings had fallen or had been hit by airplanes about a week previously. There is also something about powder being “sent” to people somehow, though I am still not certain of how the people became (or are covered by) the light powder.

Don Knotts, as he appeared in the movie “The Reluctant Astronaut” (from 1967) steps through the doorway. He is seemingly one of the only other people in the city (Manhattan). He seems to have been hiding in the buildings on his own for possibly a week or more.

“Can’t be…” he says softly, seemingly looking at me and seeming very nervous on hearing the sound of the plane. More loudly and clearly, he says “There aren’t any airplanes anymore.” (This likely but loosely relates to his role in the aforementioned movie in that he always avoided travel by plane.) Only at that point do I start to suspect that I am dreaming about some sort of science-fiction theme, though Don seemed very sincere and truthful in what he was saying.

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This dream seemed to be somewhat precognitive of 9-11 and the anthrax attacks as well as my upcoming marriage (man and woman in white; not yet moving), although there were many other precognitive ones around this same time period involving my lifelong Roma “mystery girl” (who first contacted me in March of 1991) and a number of exact details. The anthrax attacks apparently began on September 18, 2000.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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