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The Day of Disaster....AND Discovery
By Walt Hardester
Last edited: Thursday, September 27, 2007
Posted: Saturday, March 10, 2007
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Challenger.......
One morning I got up early To watch the launch of the first civillian astronauts into space.
It was very early for me because I had worked the 3-11 shift the nite before.
It was a cold and windy day at the Cape.
the flight director there had put the countdown on hold.......and hold....and hold...
after a while I turned off the television...and fell asleep on the couch.
I DREAMED that the shuttle exploded soon after launch. When I woke up...I felt a terrible disturbance in the Force.... but I said to myself...dayum, glad that was only a dream....
I didn't turn the television back on ....around noon-thirty my friend came to take me to lunch.
somewhere along the way, I turned the radio on.....It was five hours later,before I heard the awful news.
"Blown away" can't even describe how I felt....
That was my first real and verifiable cognitive dream.
I dabble in forensics like.... for this result.... you have to have certain things happen in a certain order.
I realized that if I had fallen asleep with the television on...when I woke up..It would already have happened... then, I could question the validity of a cognitive dream...but my lack of TV coverage of the aftermath, was proof enough for me not to doubt it...........Dayum...
Walt
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
6/22/2007 |
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Stay out of Los Angeles, Walt. You'd be dreaming about somebody getting shot in their car road-rage style every night. And you'd be right!
Stay right where you are. You'll be safe with the Hottie so long as you don't give her a gun. Or knife. Or poison. Or garrote. Or plastic bag. Or crossbow. Or ice tongs. Or blow torch. Or ice pick. Or baling hook. Or intubator. Or cattle prod. Or rock. Or power drill. Or crochet needle. Or Drano. Or spermicide. Or rattlesnake. Or baseball bat. Or vise. Or nail gun. Or any other of dozens of ways SoCal ladies have done in their boyfriends this year. And it's only June! So I recommend a dead drunk stupor every night. No dreaming. No danger. No TV coverage. Just a nice comfortable hangover. Wonderful.
Am I getting jaded by our modern-day twisted society?
Richard |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
3/11/2007 |
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This is scary... I sometimes get the feeling that something is about to happen...but never could actually see it vividly!!
Yip some tips on the lotto numbers could HELP!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone |
3/11/2007 |
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| I've heard from others not always the gift they want because it seems the hard ones out weight the happy. I'll stick to the one's I let unfold in their meanings rather the witness before hand. I love watching the forensics guys on tv when they do it well. Lady J |
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