Remembering

It's been 11 years.

 

Dreams are silly things.

A few days ago, 09/09/12 I had a really odd dream.

I was in an airplane and heard that there were terrorist attacks happening with the planes.

I looked out my window and saw the new york skyline as we flew over the ocean.

In just the blink of an eye, I saw two planes headed in the same direction.

One T-boned the other and there was a huge fire and smoke instantly and they went down.

We were gliding over a body of water so to try to save myself I jumped out of the plane.

I was immediately engulfed by huge waves surrounded by the other people that were just involved in the plane crash.

There was tons of debrie and smoke, waves and people.

I started swimming towards the shore, trying so hard to keep my head above the waves.

I felt something grab my leg and looked back to find a lady, probably late 40's, splashing in a panic manner and screaming she can't swim.

I wanted to help but she was pulling me under.

I tried kicking to stay above water but it wasn't working.

Shortening breaths.

Swallowing large amounts of water.

I was about to die.

This was the end.

Jordan starts shaking me. "Babe, are you okay? Are you having a bad dream?"
I awake and see him.

I ask "What was I doing?"

"You sounded like you couldn't breath"