Dreams can sometimes save lives.
After 9/11/01 I had nightmares for a while and in one of the dreams I was sitting on the porch and relaxing then I saw a white van come closer then a very big and a very loud explosion and hot rolling flames went near my face the blast was so powerful that it threw me back into my house, my rocking chair shattered the windows throwing me into the living room then I saw many vans come then muslim masked terrorists came out of the vans with AK rifles and the terrorists started to shoot into American home's windows raking the American's homes with bullets then I am running into the hallway while bullets are ripping into my house, I fall down to avoid bullets and then I do the military crawl then get to my gun safe then I open the gun safe and get my guns and ammo then the bullets have stopped coming then I run to the nearest window without letting them see me then I take aim at the terrorists and hell breaks loose, I drop alots of bad guys then I have to reload and I go to a safer location where there is more cover and concealment and bullets can't penetrate the thick cement wall as I am changing magazines and a terrorist comes at me with a knife. I loaded the magazine faster than ever while running backwards and I shot that bad guy then my hearing aid instantly heard one of the bad guys scream and he ran really angry because he wanted to murder me then he ran and picked up a RPG shoulder rocket and took aim at me I shot him in the face then I took aim and shot the inside of the rpg barrel and it blew the terrorist's whole body apart before my eyes then I ran to the next spot and what looked to be a Syrian high ranking military officer angrily directed shahids ( suicide bombers ) after me then I shot some of them and ran away as they exploded themselves and I ran around the street corner right into masked terrorists who are mortar men and they are setting up the tripod to the mortar and I shot them then I got scared because my magazine went dry, no more ammo and I had to stab one of the terrorists and the knife broke right off the handle and I push the standing dead terrorist forwards while the terrorists are shooting at me from about 5 to 8 inches away and then I fight the terrorists in vicious hand to hand combat so fast that I don't even know what just happened and the dead arabic terrorists are laying dead in their own pool of blood and I see the patch of the Syrian flag on the uniformed muslim officer. I take one of the AK and blow his head off even though he is dead because I am so angry and then the gun battle rages on for about 18 hours before the whole town is finally back in American hands and we see crying children fearful women and angry old men and the aftermath and the town lays in bullet holes and ruins but we all survived the inital surprise attack and it feels like the gun battle only took 30 mintunes to 1 hour because we kept running, sprinting, shooting and fighting and I suddenly realize I am much more lightweight and walk much more faster because I had been running all day back and forth without realizing it because my whole body, mind and soul was running as one without really realizing you are running and you have your eyes wide open and paying attention so much that you do not even know you were running all day then I eat with American soldiers and the townspeople who took part in the battle to take our town back and then I go back to where my house was and I drag out the dead terrorists in my house and leave it in the front yard where the townspeople will burn the terrorist's dead bodies then I remember laying down to sleep in my bed again then I woke up. I did not like that dream at all because I heard bullets, explosions , I got in hand to hand combat fights where I felt my face getting hit and my whole body hurting from being in a vicious life and death fight and running so much from one place to one place all day then towards the end of the gun battle in the last few hours it was vicious man to man fighting because both sides ran out of ammo and hiding from each other then attack with knife , tools or anything including their own bare hands to kill us and we fought back with knifes , tools or just pure hand to hand combat. It was then right after I had that dream, I decided to be prepared and have food , water and everything ready then go on about my daily life as a normal man would wake up to go to work and come home to relax on the front porch. That dream was very creepy and scary in many ways because it seemed to be the start of a very sudden war that would plunge the whole world into a very worldwide war when the American homefront is finally attacked. That is one of the reasons why I started a Deaf self defense website to help Deaf people and their families be more prepared and just pray that will never happen. I feel that was a very Deja vu and also a premonitioned dream.