Dreams and Premonitions, Maybe

“Fountain of Death”/Deepwater Horizon

saradode — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 13:18:44 +0000

6 July 2010

Back in January I went through a very intense few days of “hearing” things that seemed to warn of some kind of imminent disaster (see my post here entitled, “Tunnels, Fountains, Flowers, etc.”). Because of some dreams I’d had earlier, I had it in my mind that what I was hearing must have something to do with a terrorist attack.

Fortunately, what I thought might happen never came to pass. But I was left feeling kind of stupid and confused, as the things that were said to me were so urgent and clear. I just couldn’t understand what had happened.

When the oil spill happened in the Gulf, I didn’t pay all that much attention at first; I guess I just didn’t comprehend the magnitude of what would happen (now it makes me cry almost every time I read about it). But slowly something began to occur to me–that a lot of the things that were said to me back in January (which, as it turns out, is when the Deepwater Horizon was moved to that position in the Gulf), sounded a lot like the things that were happening in the Gulf.

So I began to look again at what I’d written back in January, but filtering out all the things about some kind of attack (in Manhattan?). It seemed possible that preconceived notions I’d had might have clouded things.

In any case, the following is what I came up with when I looked back at my old posts in terms of the oil spill. Words in italics are from the original posts, and words in bold are my recent comments in light of what I learned recently. Maybe I’m wrong, but some of it seems to fit very well…

–….I saw “mos gos”, which, I think, basically means “fountain/source of death.” Then I saw “mos ebal”; I had to look up the latter, but I think it means “mourning/lamentation.” (There’s also “eybah”, which means “enmity/hatred”, and “uwbal”, which I already know as “stream/river”.) “Fountain of death”?

I really don’t think I should be speculating like this, but I’m thinking about fountains and water…

–Now I keep hearing something about flowers, or “old” flowers>…(I found this online: “The Flower Garden Banks coral reef is the closest coral reef to the recent Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.” I was also just thinking about coral and other “flora and fauna” in general)

–Just now I saw, in English (!), “Beware of roses.” I figure that it must be important if he said it in English so that I wouldn’t have to take the time to translate. This from a CNN article: “Transocean Vice President Adrian Rose has said its oil rig had no indication of problems before the explosion.” That’s not quite true, is it? (Rose is the “safety” director for Transocean.)

–Next, I saw (in Hebrew), “I lakad dig.” “Lakad” means to grasp/snare/trap, or, I guess, catch, and “diyg” means “fish.” Again, something about the water, or the river, I would guess>–“Catching fish”—that one seems pretty straightforward!.

–I saw what looked like, “slees blaba.” I couldn’t quite figure out “slees”, except that perhaps it has to do with the Hebrew word for forgiveness/forgive, or another word (c@liq) that means to “go up/ascend.” And I couldn’t find anything that sounded like “blaba.” However, I know from experience that sometimes I seem to mistake “b’s” for “h’s”, and I came across “ballahah.” Unfortunately, that word means “terror/destruction/calamity.” –Ascending destruction?

-…-something was said to me in Hebrew earlier today, but that I had trouble translating, apparently meant something like, “parting of the river”–kind of a Moses/Red Sea reference, I guess. This makes me think of the original accident itself, maybe–the explosion must have made it looks as if the sea were parting.

–I will say that, if and when something does happen, I’m pretty sure that it will have to do with a river (the Hudson?), or at least with water, and perhaps something underground such as a tunnel. Or an oil well?

(There was also something about something “rolling” with “secret parts,” but at the time I was still just thinking about cars/vans with explosives in the tunnel. But perhaps that could also describe an oil rig to some extent; I’m not sure, as I’m not exactly an engineer…)

That’s it. I just thought I’d throw it out there.

3:23

saradode — Mon, 31 May 2010 19:24:16 +0000

5/31/2010

In all likelihood this will mean nothing, but some time in the middle of the night I heard, “3:23 sa pai” (I actually wrote it down but didn’t remember what I’d written until I woke up this morning–I also noted that I may have heard it as, “sa pai 3:23″).

Anyway, I can’t remember the exact word now, but when I looked it up in Hebrew the closest thing I could find to “sa pai” seemed to mean something like, “Watch out for, ” or something about a moment in time in which there were cries of distress. But I’m not certain.

In any case, it’s 3:22 now. At 3:00 I was awakened from a nap by the word, “karata,”–quite loud. It may mean something like, “proclaim” (2nd person of “kara”). It could also mean about 20 other things; Hebrew is like that. I thought that maybe it meant that I should write it down here. Now it’s 3:23.

So far nothing’s happened. Probably nothing, as I said.

Heat

saradode — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 23:57:11 +0000

I just remembered this this afternoon while I was at work, where it’s usually so cold that I dread going there on cold days (yet today, for some reason, it wasn’t). It’s a journal entry from back in November of 2007, and it’s a nice memory:

…(after coming home from a field trip to the Children’s Museum of the Native American on 155th Street in NYC, where I’d gone on a field trip with my son’s class…)

I saw spirits walking around the museum, “testing” me (as they’d done sometimes in the past in other places) to see if I could really see them. It was freezing in there, but at one point someone (one of the souls, or spirits) asked me if I was cold, and I said that I was, and in a couple of minutes the radiator next to me started making banging noises and the heat came on full blast—after a while it cooled down a little again, and someone said, “Tell me if you get cold again.”

Whoever it was was a very thoughtful and gracious “host” (or hostess).

Tunnels, Fountains, Flowers, Etc.

saradode — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 14:26:54 +0000

I recorded all of this on my other blog, so it’s nothing new to those who follow it. But I do want to get it posted here, where it really belongs.

On 1/15/2010, I started “hearing” (as usual, I want to be clear that I’m actually seeing words, and not hearing them, but it works out to the same thing, I guess) things in the morning when I woke up. This went on for a few days, and I couldn’t help thinking that it might be related to the second part of my “Ghana” dream–the part about being on the bus to NYC or D.C.

In order to keep it simple, I’ll just post excerpts from what I wrote over the course of a few days on my other blog in this one post, in chronological order. Here goes:

–…when I started to wake up early this morning I kept seeing the Hebrew word (or part of a word) “gab” (gabar), which means “(be) strong.” Things were kind of “cloudy”, but I asked if that meant that something was going to happen, and I think that the answer was yes.

“Public or private?” I asked (my first concern being my son’s safety). I think I saw, “Public.”

A little later, post-coffee, I think I saw, “Safe lo”–”lo” meaning “not.”…

A COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER
After I wrote the above, I heard the tapping at my ear, so I looked to see what was being said. I think I saw, “Stay out of Manhattan.” …

…a few minutes ago, I saw “mos gos”, which, I think, basically means “fountain/source of death.” Then I saw “mos ebal”; I had to look up the latter, but I think it means “mourning/lamentation.” (There’s also “eybah”, which means “enmity/hatred”, and “uwbal”, which I already know as “stream/river”.)

I really don’t think I should be speculating like this, but I’m thinking about fountains and water, and about the tunnels here that run under the river. Can’t really help it.

–Now I keep hearing something about flowers, or “old” flowers (or perhaps “not old” flowers).

A COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER
After I wrote the above, I heard the tapping at my ear, so I looked to see what was being said. I think I saw, “Stay out of Manhattan.”

–Just now I saw, in English (!), “Beware of roses.” I figure that it must be important if he said it in English so that I wouldn’t have to take the time to translate.

–Just now, finally taking a bath, I saw, very clearly, “Lots of kids.” …

LATER
Next, I saw, “I lakad dig.” “Lakad” means to grasp/snare/trap, or, I guess, catch, and “diyg” means “fish.” Again, something about the water, or the river, I would guess.

And then just the word, “missgib,” which must be “misgab”–high place/refuge (of God).

–I saw what looked like, “slees blaba.” I couldn’t quite figure out “slees”, except that perhaps it has to do with the Hebrew word for forgiveness/forgive, or another word (c@liq) that means to “go up/ascend.” And I couldn’t find anything that sounded like “blaba.” However, I know from experience that sometimes I seem to mistake “b’s” for “h’s”, and I came across “ballahah.” Unfortunately, that word means “terror/destruction/calamity.”

–Well, if what I was hearing was real, it’s not about something that’s going to happen today. I guess that doesn’t mean that it’s not going to happen at all; I have noticed that the concept of time differs a bit between here and “there”–as one might expect, and I guess no one specifically said anything about today. It just seemed to me that that was what was meant. (I realized this evening, by the way, that something was said to me in Hebrew earlier today, but that I had trouble translating, apparently meant something like, “parting of the river”–kind of a Moses/Red Sea reference, I guess. In any case, it fit in with a lot of the other things that were said.)

(NEXT DAY)
–…when I first woke up this morning he said that it wasn’t “safe to talk” (this happens sometimes, for various reasons which I don’t always understand, but take seriously after all this time), but then added, “Silver.”

Of course, I had no idea what he meant. But then I recalled that just before I fell asleep last night I was thinking about how, for a while, there was a big push for security at the Lincoln and Holland Tunnels that seemed to involve stopping white vans and trucks (I don’t remember why they had to be white; I believe that there had been some indication that a white truck might try to carry explosives into Manhattan). I kind of joked that, if I’d been a terrorist, I would have simply gotten myself a red van or something.

So it dawned on me that that might be what he meant–not a white truck/van, or a red one, but a silver one. I was surprised to be given such a specific detail (most of the other ones have been kind of like the symbols in dreams–they seem to have multiple meanings, or are metaphors, and need to be interpreted). Again, it strikes me that, if any of this is coming from him (I feel that most of it is, except for the remarks and “clues” that seem more like cruel taunts–”lots of kids,” for example), he’s very serious about it.

A little later (I do use that phrase a lot here!), he said, “stog magol.” I’m not absolutely certain, but I think that the meaning of that might be something like, “hidden sickle” (the latter, I think, having to do with “reaping”).

–I will say that, if and when something does happen, I’m pretty sure that it will have to do with a river (the Hudson?), or at least with water, and perhaps something underground such as a tunnel. (It did occur to me late yesterday afternoon that things had been said about “old/worn-out” (dead?) flowers, and roses. And, as I’d been kind of freaked out by the fact that I turned on the radio and heard “Sympathy for the Devil”–which the DJ oddly left out when she reiterated the playlist, as if it hadn’t been on the original one, I thought–I was thinking about the Rolling Stones. And I thought, “dead flowers…roses,” and remembered the lines, “…I know you think you’re the queen of the underground/And you can send me dead flowers to my wedding/Send me dead flowers by the mail…/…And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.” Silly as it may sound, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if a Rolling Stones song was used as a “clue.” It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, these days.)

TWO DAYS LATER
–…I’m going to take a guess, fill in the blanks and try to envision the scenario, using the “clues” I’ve been given so far, of whatever terrorist attack is being planned (if any of this is “for real”). (The most recent clue was something in Hebrew that seemed to be about something “rolling” with “secret parts.”)

Here goes:

A silver van or truck–possibly a flower-delivery truck–loaded with explosives goes into a tunnel (Holland? Lincoln? Something else?) and detonates so that (if this is possible; I have no knowledge of tunnel engineering) water from the river above erupts like a “fountain”, drowning people (they become like “fish” that can be “caught”).

That could be completely wrong; it just seems, based on all that’s been said (as well as the part in my Ghana dream about being in a tunnel and being unsure as to whether it was headed for NYC or D.C.), like the most likely scenario.

That’s it, I think.

Haiti Earthquake

saradode — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:16:17 +0000

I almost forgot about this one, somehow. Here I recount some of the things I “heard” (see as “writing,” actually) a few hours before the earthquake in Haiti:

…a few hours before the earthquake in Haiti, I started “hearing” things. They confused me, because they didn’t sound like the kinds of things that come from my beloved and loving usual “source”. (I do still, from time to time, hear things from the not-so-beloved, but it’s rare now, and usually just annoying, like a fly buzzing around one’s face.)

It was all in Hebrew, but this time I will spare readers the struggle to get from the transliterated words I see to the translation. I’ll just write what was said starting in the early afternoon before the quake.

It began with “reveal wonders in a moment…plan.” And then something else about a plan–another word that implies an “evil plan.”

And then something about “recompense for affliction.” That was pretty much it (there was more, but it was just confusing, especially as I still wasn’t sure where it was coming from).

Later, after the quake had happened, I asked if that was what all of the remarks were about, and if they were for some reason that I couldn’t understand coming from him. He said, “Pray more,” and then a word that seems to mean “mockers/ridiculers.” That made more sense, as I hardly thought that he would refer to the quake as a “wonder,” or “recompense for affliction.” OOG…

Then I saw what I figured was something about “reeling/quiver/shake (ra’al) and “vomit” (qow). The lexicon said that the latter word could also mean to “disgorge people from a land”.

As I mentioned in my last post, Pat Robertson yesterday was one of the people who are heartless enough to believe that the earthquake was a form of punishment from God (he said that it was because Haitians had made a “pact with the devil” in order to get out from under the French). What I didn’t know when I wrote about it, and came across just before I went to bed last night, was that Robertson had quoted a Bible passage that he believed was a propos to the earthquake–he said:

I was reading, yesterday, a book that was very interesting about what God has to say in the Old Testament about those who shed innocent blood. And he [the author] used the term that those who do this, ‘the land will vomit you out.’

I can only understand that “coincidence” between what he said and the things that were said to me earlier to mean that I was being given an understanding of the source of that kind of evil and sick thinking, which has nothing to do with God or the people of Haiti.

Ghana/Abdulmutallab

saradode — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 14:15:38 +0000

I think I’ve recorded just about all of the events that seemed like “premonitions” of events whose outcomes I subsequently learned. From here, I’ll write pretty much only about new things that come up, or whose outcomes are still unknown.

What I’ll relate in this post is actually somewhere in-between. I had the original dream on 10/17/2009; shortly after the Christmas Day terror attempt I began to think that the dream must have had something to do with that (from what I can tell, the plot was in its planning stages in October). Here’s what I wrote when I first had the dream:

…in the dream I found myself in Ghana. At one point I was at what seemed to be a party of some sort on the beach (OK, Yeshua was there too). There were a lot of flies around.

On another part of the beach, a woman was being arrested or investigated; she seemed to be from Ghana. She had built some kind of model of a city or something (like one of those architectural models, but in the sand, I think), and what I understood was that it was part of a plan to blow up a city or the world (I guess one would call it a terrorist plot). She seemed relatively unperturbed by the investigation/arrest.

After that, Yeshua and I made our way to a bus station to get on a bus that would take us into Manhattan. The people on the bus were none-too-helpful about telling us if we were on the right bus, or if we’d accidentally gotten on a bus to Washington, D.C. (sheesh–I can understand a bunch of NY-types being rude to me, but you’d think that they’d at least help Jesus out, regardless of their religious convictions…).

After Christmas I began to pay attention to the news about Abdulmutallab and his association with Ghana, especially when I heard that he’d spent two weeks there before departing on Christmas.

The following are some of the things I subsequently learned and posted on my other blog:

–”Accra, where he bought his airline ticket, is on the coast–not something I knew when I had the dream (my African geography south of Tunisia, Morocco, and Egypt is a bit lacking…).”

–”According to today’s Wall Street Journal, the man who tried to blow up the plane on Christmas day, Umar Abdulmutallab, probably spent about two weeks in Ghana before Christmas, staying in an unnamed hotel.

In my dream (see my post from 10/19, “Clairvoyance Again (Maybe)”, the party on the beach in Ghana that I saw before coming across the woman who had been plotting some sort of attack a little further up the beach seemed to be on the grounds of a resort or very nice hotel, and the guests seemed to be well-to-do (I had the sense that they were diplomats, celebrities, etc.).

…I do wonder why there was a woman in the dream, and why she seemed so unconcerned that she was being arrested before she could carry out the plot. It was almost as if she had a back-up plan.

And then there was the next part of the dream, which was about leaving Ghana, going to a bus station of some sort, and boarding a bus (with Yeshua, who had been with me on the beach in Ghana), but having trouble finding out if the bus was going to New York or Washington, D.C.”

–”(One night) I suddenly remembered a detail I’d forgotten to include in my post about the dream (as I forgot to mention that the Ghana “beach party” seemed to be on the grounds of a resort or hotel, and the guys doing the investigating/arresting looked like movie-version FBI guys). When Yeshua and I were on the bus, trying to ascertain from the un-helpful other passengers whether the bus was headed to NYC or DC, we were passing through a tunnel–one that looked like the Lincoln or Holland Tunnel. Just thought I’d mention it.

I also keep wondering about what the odd detail about the swarm of flies at the beach party meant. Maybe it just had something to do with flying, or something.”

–”I had the impression that the person who was being arrested or investigated on the beach in Ghana seemed strangely unconcerned, as if she had a “back-up” plan. I just read yesterday that Umar Farouk Abdul Mutallab, who tried to blow up the plane over Detroit, has said that Al Qaeda has trained 20 others to do the same thing. One of the articles also says:

The FBI has officers on the ground in Ghana and believe it is likely the terrorist may well have had his final al-Qa’ida briefing, and supplied with equipment and explosives, there.”

–”I’d been trying to find out where Abdulmutallab had been staying in Accra; all I was able to find out at first was that he had written on his immigration form that he would be staying in one hotel, but had ended up checking into another. Finally, yesterday, I found something online from a newspaper called the Sunday Trust that the hotel he originally said that he would be staying in was the Holiday Inn. This is what the article said about that hotel:
Faruk may have booked to stay in the luxurious Holiday Inn hotel in the vicinity of Accra airport. The hotel is about one kilometer from the airport and seven kilometers from the city centre… Because of the facilities in the Holiday Inn, it is the favourite of rich and affluent visitors to Ghana, and it is believed that Faruk may have decided to move away from that hotel in order to keep a low profile…

Granted, the Holiday Inn is not on the beach, but maybe that part of the dream simply referred to the fact that Accra itself is on the coast. There was also a bit about there being a lot of flies around at the “party”; I’m thinking that maybe that was a reference to the fact that the hotel is close to the airport.

The next part of the dream was, again, about leaving the party and traveling up the beach a bit to a quiet place where a woman was making plans to “blow up the world or a city” in the sand, just as a group of people (white guys in trench coats) came to arrest her. Hence Abdulmutallab’s “moving away” from the Holiday Inn to “keep a low profile.” (He apparently ended up staying at a small hotel in a poor part of the city, and then attended–and may also have stayed at–a mosque in the area called Research Nima Mosque.)”
That’s it, so far, on the “Ghana” part of the dream. My next few posts seem possibly more related to the part of the dream in which I’m on a bus to NY or D.C.

Mesac Damas

saradode — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:44:27 +0000

(I posted the following on my other blog on 9/22/09.)

9/22/2009

This is in some ways off-topic, although I’ve also come to see it as all related–all part of a gift I’ve been given to use (or not use) wisely.

During the first two years or so of this “journey” (there’s that dumb word again), I started to have dreams that either predicted things that would happen, or that had happened but I hadn’t heard about yet. Usually, they were about things like natural disasters, and one or two were about murders. They never had anything to do with me personally; they seemed to happen quite randomly aside from the fact that quite a few occurred in Florida, where I spend a lot of time. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I was supposed to do about them. The only thing I DID know was that I wasn’t about to hang a “psychic” sign outside my door and try to make a living at it or something. I knew, as I said, that it was a gift from God with some other (so far unknowable) purpose, and that it would be tacky, to say the least, to try to “merchandise” a gift like that.

But it hasn’t happened in a while. Early last week, however, I had a dream about being in what I think was a church. There was a man there who seemed to be my husband, and he was attacking me. Then he took off, and I knew that he was going to kill his five children somewhere, and possibly his wife (who was somehow now someone other than me). After that I saw him driving, as if trying to make an escape, over the Golden Gate Bridge.

Because it seemed so much like the “premonition” dreams I used to have, I did kind of keep my eye on the news for a few days, and then I pretty much forgot about it. But then, a few days ago, a headline about a man who had killed his wife and five children in Naples, Florida, caught my eye. I knew right away that it had to do with my dream, but I couldn’t figure out where the “Golden Gate” part would come from.

I just found out. The man who killed his family–Mesac Damas–apparently lived in a section of Naples close to (or perhaps in) an area called “Golden Gate.” I looked further into it, and found that there is a “Golden Gate exchange” that is on I-75–the road one would probably take to Miami Airport, from where the man flew to Haiti when he tried to get away after the murder. (There’s also a school in Naples called Golden Gate–I’m wondering if any of the children attended it.)

I told a friend, and she said that perhaps I should “get involved.” But even if I had any kind of information that would help (and the man is already in custody), I have a feeling that that would be the wrong thing to do. I just wonder why this is happening again now. I’m thinking that it’s most likely kind of a “side-effect” of what’s been happening–perhaps even a distraction or a test to see what I will do with it.
I don’t intend to do anything with it, other than writing about it here, just to get it off of my chest and remember it in the future, long after I would have otherwise forgotten.

Another Soul

saradode — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:30:53 +0000

(This is about my favorite among the souls that I’ve spoken to since all this started. I know that he’s OK now, too. I prayed for him like crazy, and at one point, months later, he came back to say that he was fine. I was thrilled.)

2/7/2008

As I mentioned before, David told me that I sometimes see “people’s last thoughts.” That’s what it seemed like, but I just wanted to know for sure.

When I took my mother to the hospital in Jacksonville, there was one very friendly “voice” among all the others there (and there were a lot, as you might imagine). He said that his name was Joe, and he was wishing my mother well, and being very sweet. He’s been around since then—always friendly and nice—definitely one of my favorites. But I didn’t know anything about him.

Last night I saw the words, “Joe, get me some more dough.” And then, “Why don’t you come to Jacksonville with me?” I kept trying to figure out what the dough would be for. Duh—tonight I figured it out—pizza. I figured that, if it was him, he must have been in an accident on the way to Jacksonville to pick up some dough.

So I Googled “Jacksonville Joseph Italian pizza accident,” and the first thing I found was something about an Italian restaurant in Jacksonville whose owner, Joe, had died in a car accident in 2000, and whose daughters were carrying on the business. It seemed likely that the hospital I took my mother to would have been on his way that day.

“Joe was in the hospital,” David said.

Drowned Man and Child/Aruba

saradode — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:23:56 +0000

2/8/2010

(This one is not about a dream or premonition; it’s about something I saw while in Aruba in the summer of 2007, when all of this was still quite new to me, and things were very vivid. I was seeing many things, including “vague outlines” of figures of people and animals.)

7/20/2007

(…one of the things that I saw as a “vague outline” was in Aruba. I was on a jeep tour of the island, and we’d stopped on a spit of desert-like land, with the sea on either side of it. For a couple of days, from my hotel balcony, I’d been seeing “birds”, alone or in flocks, over the sea. My feeling was that they were the ghosts of sea birds. I saw a few as I stood on the spit of land and waited for the tour to start again. But then I saw a figure approaching—a man, I thought, walking very slowly, carrying what appeared to be a dead child. Before I even really thought about it much, I said (in my head), “I’m so sorry; I’m so sorry…” The figure didn’t appear to notice me or anyone else; he simply walked past me toward the cliffs over the water. It was indescribably sad. And then the tour began again, and I had to leave.)

26 July 2007

This morning something occurred to me that, if I were a little swifter about things, I probably should have thought of before. I Googled “Aruba father son drowned” or something like that. Of course I got a lot of stuff about Natalee Holloway, but I came across a brief something about a man and his son having drowned on the north side of the island in 2004. I don’t remember the name of the place where we stopped during the jeep tour, and where I saw the figures, but I do know that it was on the north side, which is the “wild” part of Aruba. The article didn’t mention the son’s age, but I wonder…I did seem to “know” right away that the figures were a father and his son. It was one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen.

Earthquake in Iceland

saradode — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:01:49 +0000

2/8/2010

(I’m really not so sure about this one, but what actually happened did have some similarities to the dream I had.)

5/27/2008

…This morning I had another dream that didn’t feel quite so much like one of the ones that SEEM to “come true” (with the last one, about the plane, I just felt very certain that something would come of it because of the nature of the dream). But there were, again, some details that it seemed I was supposed to notice mixed in with the usual messy scenarios of “regular” dreams, so I’m wondering…

Most of it had to do with hearing that either a flood or an earthquake had happened in Alicante, Spain (on the southern coast). When I heard about it, though, I seemed to be in a hotel somewhere else. The woman who owned the hotel was Spanish, I think, and I told her about it, but then I think I said, “Oh, that’s north of the White Mountains.”

A little later I was swimming through some deep, floodlike water to get to what seemed to be a laundromat, when I heard the voice of a friend who used to live in Alicante come on over the radio and say that everyone there was fine, in spite of what had happened. He said something about how God had taken care of them, or something.

(When I dreamed about the plane I felt bad because I was kind of looking forward to getting some confirmation that it was “real”, but I knew that that would probably mean that really bad things would happen to real people. I prayed that that wouldn’t happen, and I was lucky in that no one was seriously injured in that plane crash. I wonder if the “God” part was someone telling me that, if the dream does “come true”, it won’t be too serious. Hope so…)

(A few days later this happened):

OK–I don’t know if this is pushing it a bit, but there’s this (just in!–on CNN…the most trusted name in news ):

http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/05/29/icelandearthquake/index.html (There had been an earthquake on the southern coast of Iceland.)

Yes, I realize that Iceland isn’t Spain. But I also saw right away that if the “d” were a “t”, “Iceland” contains all the letters that spell “Alicante”. And the epicenter was on the southern coast, and in a place where earthquakes aren’t common.

And then I read that someone was quoted as saying, “It was a little bit like you’re sleeping in a waterbed, you know … everything floats around,” he said, adding that people poured out of buildings into the street. “This is not something we experience on a normal basis,” and thought about the part of the dream in which I was swimming to the laundromat.

And Iceland would of course have white (snow-covered) mountains.

I had a feeling, for some reason, that if this dream “came true” it would happen fairly soon.