Visiting the WTC Top Of the World observation deck on a visit to NYC, two weeks before 9/11, and getting extreme nausea all the time that I was there- which was most severe in the elevator as I passed between the 77th and 85th floors. I then looked out over the observation deck, out across Hudson Bay; and recieved an intense vision of a jet airliner flying in low from across the bay and smashing into the building. I then asked my mother "Do you think that an airplane could crash into the building?" So replied that she didn't, but she was freaked as well, getting bad vibes from the place, so we left. Two weeks later, back in the UK, I watched the aftermath of the first impact on the news (on a TV at school, with plenty of my classmates) and I told them all about the vision I'd had when I was there two weeks earlier- before, moments later, the exact plane that I'd had the vision of, carrying the same recognizable United Airlines livery which I'd seen on the plane in my vision (which I wasn't the slightest bit familiar with prior to my vision) came in on the screen and smashed into the tower, doing its kamikaze run on the exact same vector that I'd seen it take in my vision. Suffice it to say that the sight of my grim prediction coming true before their eyes, led to me being cast out and cut off from any social interaction (besides bullying, of course) by the rest of the class- followed by the rest of my year, the entire student body of my school and soon all of the teachers themselves, with the story swiftly spreading to every classroom and around the staffroom within the week. It gets worse, potentially even more traumatic, from there; but the rest of it's still a bit too personal to share.
And I've had a few other prophetic visions and dreams in the past as well, one which have come to pass in real life- most of the others turned out to be frustrating rather than traumatic though. Like the dream I had where I was given the exact set of numbers which were going to come up in the next draw for the National Lottery jackpot, on two separate occasions. However, I recieved those prophetic dreams about the lottery numbers when I was 7 years old and 10 years old respectively, meaning that I had to rely on my father to enter them in the draw on my behalf. But he wouldn't do it- the first time, he waited until five minutes after the closing time for the draw. And the second time, he even went out out of his way to ask both my siblings and all six of my first cousins which sets of numbers they wanted him to play, and played all eight sets of numbers, but still adamantly refused to play the lottery numbers I'd seen in my dream, with my set of lottery numbers being the only one offered to him which he chose to exclude from the draw (in spite of my pleas, and the reminders from both me and my mother about what had happened the last time that I'd had a dream about the lottery numbers). Both times, he dismissed it immediately by saying that "Oh, it doesn't matter that all of the numbers you predicted came up, because if we'd actually played them, then they wouldn't have come up and we wouldn't have won anyway." And both times, he started denying outright that it had ever happened within the space of a week.
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