"They say you dont remember your dreams and nightmares longer than the day you wake up from them"
It never really effected me until things started to become true. Ive denied the existence for as long as I could because nobody wants to sound like a nutcase. I remember it in pieces like broken puzzle pieces that show the whole picture once ive put them all together. Whatever happened those 7 days changed my entire outlook on life. The only way to tell the best representation is to tell it from my personal perspective and experience here we go...

I could feel my body floating weightless above the beautiful trees and flowers. I had no worries. It was then it changed i felt like I was falling towards the ground from planes above. explosions filled the air. Blood curdling screams filled the air. Poor human beings were being burnt alive and i was watching and listening to it as it happened. I remember a voice breaking threw the void. "Anthony, If you can hear me squeeze my hand" I squeezed as hard as I could leaned over and screamed "They are killing us!!" It was then i realized i was unfire along with my plane as I fell into the brush it broke my fall and the fire. "It will all make sense one day" A voice from within told me. The drs got me out of the brush and trees only to take me back to thier office. Being wheeled in I realized it...