June seems to be a busy month for me to have precognitive dreams. At the end of June last year, I dreamt of the Simi fireworks explosion, the SFO airliner crash, and three passenger train crashes all within about a week. They were so vivid that I knew they were more than just regular dreams. As July unfolded, each event came to pass…
This year, also at the end of June, I again had three dreams. Two have come to pass and one is described here.
It’s not unusual for me to have precognitive dreams, but not with such uncanny accuracy as came true with a recent plane crash that took place in San Diego. In my dream, I was standing in a large parking lot of a Walmart, with a Home Depot and Costo nearby. It was a sunny day and a small plane was taking off behind the buildings, but couldn’t gain altitude. The plane turned sharply and I watched it crash in the parking lot. I also saw a Target store logo on the plane’s tail. In the dream, as the plane was coming down, I locked eyes with the elderly female passenger (who I guessed was the mother of the pilot, and who was sitting in the front of the cockpit) just as she realized she was going to die. She was terrified, and then peaceful; she thought the plane was under control. Then the plane suddenly veered, crashed and burned. The dream had the quality of being pre-cognitive. I know a dream is precognitive when it’s particularly vivid, and in this case, loud. It’s as if I’m there watching it unfold.
I surmised that the plane would crash in Florida or Southern California because the woman who died was older/retired, blond/gray, she was thin, and she wore a fashionable one-piece, orange jump suit which reminded me of how my great aunts dressed in Southern California back in the 60’s. And using my imagination I connected the orange of the jumpsuit to oranges, grown largely in Southern California and Florida.
Well, the actual crash happened two weeks after my dream, in a parking lot of a Target and Costco in San Diego. The passenger, Joy Gorian, who was the mother of the pilot, died (and in fact, looks like my “dream” woman). It was a sunny day, so weather wasn’t a factor (as in my dream). The pilot couldn’t gain altitude upon takeoff, and crash landed in the parking lot, exactly like in my dream (and thankfully, no shoppers were killed, due to the pilot’s great skill).
On a final and synchronous note, they were taken to the very hospital where I was born, Sharp Memorial.
Rest in Peace, Joy Gorian.