I was reading through some old journal entries today and came across this entry on March 26, 1991, describing a dream I had the night before.

Went to a field to play football, but the game was canceled.  I had a baseball bat and wanted to play baseball.  Saw a large tree with something like a cave in it, and just past it was one in worse shape.  The owner of the (baseball) field said that’s where the 747 had hit.  If you looked back you could see the path the plane had taken.  He said of all the places to wreck, it had to hit the tree where the bald eagle lived…

There was a time when I would have been excited by the prophetic nature of this dream.  Now, though,  I dismiss it.  Even if the dream was prophetic, if a prophecy falls in the woods, does it make a sound?  I’ve actually had a lot of dreams that proved to be foretellings, but they had always been about very mundane things.  At any rate, it’s all just distractions–excuses to avoid this reality.