Good morning all,

This is my first post here on this forum, hopefully it wont be my last. This is also my first time openly discussing this topic, and although I'm not quite sure whether or not this platform is the appropriate place; I'm hoping it could be, or that someone could point me in the right direction. I'm not looking to achieve anything, an answer or a similar experience could be nice.


So, a little about me; I work full time as a heavy equipment operator (excavators, dozers, front end loaders, forklifts, etc.) and I'm also a volunteer firefighter for almost 10 years now. I'm in my late 20's and have been working full time since 16 years of age. I don't drink all that often, maybe I get drunk three to five times a year, and might have a beer a couple of times a month. I don't do drugs other than caffeine, nicotine, and alcohol. I smoke cigarettes here and there, a pack could last me six months.

I've always had issues when it's come to falling asleep and waking up; the worst has been the past three months, where every other week to two weeks I'm going three to five days without sleeping, and then resuming a "normal" sleep schedule of two hours a night on average. Melatonin has proved useless, Tylenol PM was a one night stand following demonic dreams and nightmares; although so far it's the only thing that got me to sleep for a total of about four hours.

When I was younger I had a few dreams here and there that "predicted" snow days in school or extended lunch periods, etc.; more or less, trivial things-- things that I didn't think much of, that they were just coincidences.

So now, two dreams that had great meaning; a third from this past night that might. Here's why I chose this forum.

Mid February of 2019, it was a frigid night, I was sleeping on a blanket and had four over top of me. I woke up screaming, sweating profusely, and hyperventilating some time around 5am. I had a nightmare. What I remember; we were responding to an activated fire alarm and found two people DOA in the first floor of the home, we returned from the call.. a few days later it was reported to us that the Medical Examiner was unable to determine how they died. A week or so went by and people started dying, almost like random, and we started getting a lot more calls; every call, there were less and less firefighters showing up; police stopped showing up to calls because they were dying too, everyone was dying and no one could figure out why. We got toned to a fully involved working structure fire, when I pulled up to the firehouse the engine was on the apron ready to go with one member in the back of the rig, I got dressed, hopped in the officer's seat and radioed in to Police Headquarters to put in an additional tone for more manpower; Police HQ radioed back "there is no more manpower." That's when I woke up with my little episode.
This nightmare freaked me out for a few weeks. I thought about it everyday. And didn't know what to do. Finally I had the idea to make a movie about it and become a millionaire. I started writing a script, with no prior experience; and by the time I was about 1/100th of the way done; the first case of COVID-19 was reported in Wuhan, China; which messed me up for a long time.

July 5th, 2021; less than two weeks ago, I had a dream; I was in a big house and two silhouettes appeared in a dark lit room in front of me, as I was looking out the opened door of the room I was in; unable to move. The silhouette on the right pulled a semi-auto pistol and shot the silhouette on the left in the head; then I woke up panting. I walked into work and said I had a really f****d up dream to my boss; and the next day (7/7/21) Haiti's President was assassinated.

Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. Now for the dream I just had.

I was traveling around a rural area. I had my dad's pick up truck. I went to a store, came out and the car next to me, the rear window was smashed. A woman in the background on my right was calling out "Matt Stop! Matt Please Stop! Stop Matt Please! Please Stop! Stop Please!" I looked to the back of the parking lot, cars lined up one aisle and down the next, all the cars facing the bottom of the parking lot/ to the store/ towards me; there was a gentleman running around with a baseball bat smashing rear windows of cars. He was wearing overalls over a red and black flannel shirt, had long dirty blonde hair, more brown with streaks of blonde than anything. He resembled the character in Death Wish II with Charles Bronson, that was high on PCP and wrestling with police. A movie that I haven't seen in better than 10 years.
I then went and stopped in another store, came out to the truck rear window being smashed along with every other vehicle's rear windows. This time there were other pickup trucks, there were vans, suvs, along with cars and they were facing all different directions.
Somehow I then found myself driving my first truck, which hasn't been on the road in over five years. I stopped at what I thought was a garden center, so I turned around to see my dad's pick up truck towing my trailer with my Scag Cheetah on the back (I personally do own a Scag but not a Cheetah, which is a sit down model lawn mower) and took it down off the trailer and drove it into the "garden center' I quickly realized this was a country store and turned around to exit on the lawnmower when i noticed a hydraulic leak all over the floor. I stopped by the customer service department and alerted a manager, asking him to announce it over the PA that the floor is slippery, and that I would go out to my truck where I have Spray Nine (a degreaser/cleaning spray) and paper towel and that I will come back and clean my own mess up. He said that it's no problem and they already have their cleaning crew on the job. I wasn't accepting that, so I returned the mower to the trailer, grabbed the cleaning supplies, and went back into the store. The mess was already cleaned up and I returned back outside to leave. My trailer was gone, rear window of dad's pickup was smashed. I turned to the right to see the windshield, rear window and side windows of my old pickup smashed. I heard a woman screaming "Help Me! Please someone Help Me!" I began searching for her and she appeared, crying and screaming "Matt No! Matt Stop!" and then she was gone. The same gentleman, "Matt" I saw in the back of the lot, smashing windows and vehicles up with a long metal pole.
After I saw him I was "teleported" into I guess another dream, or we'll say another area. I "spawned" inside of a small airport. There were at least two dozen gunmen who had taken over, using everyone and the airport as a negotiation tool. They were prepared with pallets of food and drink, to hold down the airport for months. They had sleep schedules. They seemed like likeable people, just casually talking to everyone, with their M4A1's over their shoulders; like it was nothing. It was my job to bring water/Gatorade/soda around and see if anyone wanted one. I brought a Gatorade to a lady that was doing paperwork; and then I woke up.



So anyway, like I said I know it's a lot to read. And it's probably not exactly what everyone is looking for to comment on. I won't be upset if this is deleted or if no one replies, I just don't know where else to post this.

Thank you for taking the time to read this,
-Engel