Dream And Nightmare

Two Sides Of The Same Reality

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Recurring WTC Dream

I was in NYC, a full-fledged paramedic. I was having lunch with my partner at a hole-in-the-wall deli right across the street from the World Trade Center. We were on-call when we heard the first plane crash into the tower. The screaming from the people on the street was instantly deafening. My partner and I dropped our food and went running, covering our eyes against the smoke and debris that was now covering the street. There were people running in all directions, and everyone was confused as hell. We somehow find our way to the doors, and work our way inside, amidst the people trying to get out and run. Somehow, right INSIDE the doors, my partner and I get separated, but at least we had our radios. They were going off already about calls coming in regarding the plane.

Somehow I'd made it to a set of stairs, and started up. I couldn't get very far, so I turned around and followed the wave of people back to the lobby. My partner was there, and the two of us started shunting people in groups to different places away from the tower. We were doing this for about 20 minutes when I hear someone scream "Oh god, there's another one!" and we heard the sickening crunch that was the second tower being smashed into by yet another plane. Watching the smoke once again encase us, and seeing that since (for the most part) the people were moving quickly from the first building, we went to the second. We both went in and headed for the stairs, as fast as we could go. I'm not sure how many floors we'd passed, but the adrenaline was pumping so hard, I really didn't care. All I remember was that eventually we came to a floor that we couldn't get past, but this one actually had things on fire scattered about. My partner had gone back toward the stairs closer toward the lobby again, and I was trying to help people down them to get to safety. A rather nasty-mangled woman somehow got to me, and she was holding a baby in her arms. It too was covered in blood, and screaming like there was no tomorrow. As soon as the baby was handed to me, the mother dropped to her knees. "I was just bringing him to see his father..." she choked out, before falling over sideways. I knew from the moment I'd seen her that her injuries were to be fatal, and there wasn't anything I could do at the time about it. I looked down at the blood-soaked infant in my arms, and took off running for the stairs. I didn't realize how far up I'd gotten, because all of a sudden the building started to shake.

I knew it was coming down. I wasn't sure how long I'd been in the tower, but I knew it was coming down. I just had to wonder if the other one was going to fall too. I finally got to the stairwell, and there were flames there now. By then, I was crying, because I knew I wasn't going to make it out in time. I looked down at the baby (who had STOPPED crying) and whimpered "I'm so sorry....I couldn't get you out in time...." And then everything came down around me, and everything went black. For a few seconds, I went cold, and then I felt nothing more.


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