Last night I had a dream...

9 a.m. on September 11, 2001 I was late for work, in my car, on the Brooklyn Bridge. I called up the radio station I was working for at the time to give them an eyewitness report. While on the phone with them, live on the air, I watched the second plane hit the South Tower.

Ever since then I'll have dreams about it. Not so much reliving that exact moment, but vivid dreams where planes crash into buildings in slow motion; just as it appeared to me that morning on the Brooklyn Bridge.

I hadn't had one of these dreams in a while, but last night I did. I must have a touch of post 9/11 traumatic stress disorder

So this is the dream, as best as I can recall. This all happened between like 4 and 5:30 am

Planes were attacking NYC again, but random targets. Like department stores and stuff, not symbolic monuments. I was real close to one, it moved like the clouds were made of molasses. Everyone in the street watched it approach and pass over us in a giant shadow. Bricks came flying at me in slow motion when it hit the building. I ducked into a cavernous 99¢ store with my dog. Tried to call mom on my cell phone. I vividly recall looking at my cell phone seeing I had no service! Fucking Verizon!

Somehow I got home, back to Brooklyn. Sitting in a parked car now for some reason and it was dark. Planes still crashing into everything. Real, real eerie feeling. All the street lights are out. I called my friend B and she was crying. I told her I’d been trying to reach her all day and she asked me something about my old band?

Just then a guy drives the wrong way up 99th street in a little old beat up car, like a Toyota Tercel. Middle-Eastern looking guy with a long curly blond wig on! Suddenly I realised he was gonna blow himself up. All in slow motion. But it was just little explosions, like a cap gun going off on his chest, like B-movie special FX. So I started pointing at him and laughing and he looked right at me. Then the car really started to blow up and we ran.

A plane crashes into the apartment building I grew up in right above my old room on the 6th floor. I could see sparks falling down, no fire, just sparks like from a welder.

Then I was in some secret government bunker; suddenly I was inside the pages of a Tom Clancy novel. I remember this part VIVIDLY. I was following some guy in a uniform who was leading me through a labyrinth of doorways. One had the presidential seal on it and it looked like a vault. Like there was no way you could even try to get in this door. But he peeled off the seal like it was a big magnet on the side of a work van. And behind it was a button that just simply opened the door. In a closet there were all these giant vacuum cleaners and he was grabbing them frantically; handing some to me and to some other guy who was now in the room with us as well. I asked what the vacuums were for and he said something about cleaning the air. Suddenly I was in a very small elevator with some guy who said he liked my hat.

I get outside, its daylight now and it looks like I'm outside the Pavilion movie theater on Prospect Park West and people are scattered everywhere like it was the aftermath of a nuclear war; torn and tattered, walking around like zombies. I couldn’t find my dog. Thought I’d lost her forever.

I'm sitting on a burnt up couch with another dog and just then Double R's Dolly came running up to me, wagging her tail and then I saw my dog sitting in the middle of the street like a queen. Some people were talking to her. She was outside the Bridgeview Diner, laying down and that’s all I remember.

Anyone out there care to analyse that? I'll pay you $10.

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Addendum

I wanted to try and analyse this dream myself. After reading what I wrote down, I can tell where some of the things came from... aside from my vivid eyewitness 9/11 memories of the planes crashing into buildings in slow-mo...

"I ducked into a cavernous 99¢ store with my dog. Tried to call mom on my cell phone. I vividly recall looking at my cell phone seeing I had no service! Fucking Verizon!"

No idea. I always have service. Verizon has towers on the moon. Maybe this was a sign of everything going wrong; the impossible & improbably happening; everything I've come to rely on, crumbling, etc? It's quite a pleasant thought.

"I called my friend B and she was crying. I told her I’d been trying to reach her all day and she asked me something about my old band?"

Dunno where the old band came from but B can be just as random as I am sometimes so her asking me about my old band while NYC is under attack isn't all that weird.

"Just then a guy drives the wrong way up 99th street in a little old beat up car, like a Toyota Tercel. Middle-Eastern looking guy with a long curly blond wig on!"

At some point yesterday I was searching for something online and came across a pic of Old Dirty Bastard's "Nigga Please" album cover. While it isn't a blond wig, he is wearing a curly, rocker wig in the photo, sort of like what the suicide bomber was wearing in my dream.

"A plane crashes into the apartment building I grew up in right above my old room on the 6th floor. I could see sparks falling down, no fire, just sparks like from a welder."

On my way home yesterday, I noticed they were pointing the bricks on a few buildings near Asser Levy. Thinking back, the sparks falling down the corner of the building in my dream, it actually looked like they were doing work; with tarps, sparks, etc.

"Then I was in some secret government bunker; suddenly I was inside the pages of a Tom Clancy novel. I remember this part VIVIDLY. I was following some guy in a uniform who was leading me through a labyrinth of doorways. One had the presidential seal on it and it looked like a vault. Like there was no way you could even try to get in this door. But he peeled off the seal like it was a big magnet on the side of a work van. And behind it was a button that just simply opened the door. In a closet there were all these giant vacuum cleaners and he was grabbing them frantically; handing some to me and to some other guy who was now in the room with us as well. I asked what the vacuums were for and he said something about cleaning the air. Suddenly I was in a very small elevator with some guy who said he liked my hat."

This part, I really have no idea. I must've gotten my R.E.M. lines crossed with someone elses dream. I hate Tom Clancy. Maybe I tapped into my upstairs neighbours dumb dream.

"I get outside, its daylight now and it looks like I'm outside the Pavilion movie theater on Prospect Park West and people are scattered everywhere like it was the aftermath of a nuclear war; torn and tattered, walking around like zombies. I couldn’t find my dog. Thought I’d lost her forever. "

My dog is a total wuss and never leaves my side but everyone fears their dog running off and never coming back. Not to mention my friend B just had to put her beloved to sleep. I found this online as well: "Dogs are often attributed with psychic sense. They are believed to have the ability to see ghosts and other energetic phenomena. In that context, dreams of dogs may indicate that we are developing our own psychic sense."

"I'm sitting on a burnt up couch with another dog and just then Double R's Dolly came running up to me, wagging her tail and then I saw my dog sitting in the middle of the street like a queen. Some people were talking to her. She was outside the Bridgeview Diner, laying down and that’s all I remember. "

I was just talking to Double R yesterday about Dolly and Dolly and B sorta look alike. And, I was just at the Bridgeview diner the other night.