Sometime Before 11/3/11

This time I knew exactly what I was doing, but the concept was so completely new to me, it was as though I had invented it, like a composer dreaming up a composition, a scientist a solution or a writer an idea. I thought this was inspiration, but I knew right away it was inspiration destined for another man. Quite possibly even the dreams or a reality of another man. // I was deep under water, the bombs were large but manageable manually, their strength was to be in their number; sparsely surrounding the fairly distant coastline would be ample. They were chained and bolted to mounts fixed into the sand of the seabed, allowing them enough length to move with the current and float above their mountings, the waters were not savage and clarity was good, the sand was gold in colour and lay in gradients like dunes. I had no idea of what the effect of what I might be doing would have, and no idea why I would be doing it, not whilst in the midst, nor in the immediate hindsight upon waking, what I did know, was that they were destined to blow.

Sometime Before 9/11

Warm air rushed past my ears like a hurricane and picked up the dust spilled heavily from above. I’d been running up a series of escalators for what had seemed a long while, and then the fire fighters came, running down past me as quickly as I ran up the opposite way. They seemed like ghosts as they bounded by in silence, unaware of me, and for a little while, everything went slow. I could make out the bright hats and purposeful clothing, but they were faceless men. I could not fathom why I was going up the escalators whilst they and others, all seemed to be headed down, I was very much going against the grain. Never the less, this was a dream in which I exercised no control and minimum self awareness, I was someone else at that point. It wasn’t until I eventually launched off the top of an escalator and found myself in a large glass foyer that it became apparent I had in fact been a long way down, underground; it must have been several floors. I had been headed for the exit which now presented itself before me, then slowing to a walk, I proceeded in serene calm. A pang hit as I exited and saw law enforcement officers on my right, but then lifted, as I saw an old childhood friend stood waving over the roof of a an automobile from the driver’s side’s open door. I smiled and broke to a jog towards the automobile, unless I was shot from behind, which seemed unlikely now, something had been accomplished, there was a sense of elation. I have never felt a sense of achievement in a dream, before or since, to this day I can only guess at what had been achieved. // I only ever told my then girlfriend of what I had dreamt. When we were dismissed from a lecture theatre to telephone home and find the nearest television that fateful day, I hadn’t made a link. It wasn’t until I saw the much later footage of the fire fighters from within one of the buildings that I went green, I had seen it before.

Sometime Before February 2001

I was not alone, there may have been one or possibly two working with me. Distinctly vivid however, was the feeling of intense pressure; it was an anxiety ridden dream. // I found myself in a laboratory, it may have been the second or third floor up - I recall options of escape playing through my sleeping mind, the external windows along the back wall being one such option, and the height being an issue. A heavy sealed door with a thick circular window was for those few fleeting moments my only sanctuary from which to work behind. As if peering through the eyes of another, fully briefed more competent man, I worked quickly, methodically, and took something. It was something that I didn’t really see, perhaps a sample of some such. I recall test tubes and what looked like vacuum packs, but nothing more. It was then that I became aware that there were people in the corridor franticly trying to work their way in. They were armed and began to shoot through the glass in the door. I was again aware of a companion, the door swung open and the figure was gunned down, I would like to say by accident, in the midst of the frenzy; in that my associate had not been aimed at, but I cannot be sure. I was making for the window towards the middle of the room with whatever I’d come for secured with me, I slipped sideways out of the top of the window and was gone.

E-mail To The President

Dear Mr President, I understand that you have discovered a Vimana in Afghanistan, if so, why can you not tell the people? For if it is indeed the case, the truth belongs to mankind, the people must be awakened from their slumber. Yours sincerely Adam Grant