Just a few days ago I was talking with a friend who was in a state of significant stress and anxiety: it all revolved around a prophetic nightmare and the scenario of her death in a terrifying situation. Worse still, the nightmare surfaced for a second time – and in an identical fashion. That's not a good thing. I have to say that I’ve had two prophetic dreams in my life. Neither were of real significance to me, at all. But, in a strange way, that made the experiences even more fascinating for me. There is, however, another important aspect to this: it's the fact that prophetic dreams don’t necessarily have to come true. I’ll give you some examples of what happened in 2017. I found myself on the end of more than a few reports of prophetic dreams, all focused on the matter of nuclear destruction and a planet-shattering Third World War. For example, there was a Facebook message from Andy Tomlinson, of the city of Manchester, England. Back in early June of this year, Andy had a dream of being in a deserted London. The city was not destroyed or in flames. It was, said Andy, “like they had all been evacuated,” which is an interesting phrase to use. Well, I say the city was deserted. It was, except for two things: one was the sight of “a massive big black bird over [the Houses of] Parliament.” Then, as Andy walked the streets, trying to figure out what had happened, he had that feeling of someone watching him. He turned around to see a man in a black trench-coat right behind him. The man was pale, gaunt and – as Andy worded it – “had a funny smile.” Andy’s description sounds very much like a certain sinister character in the saga of the Mothman – one Indrid Cold, who, as we shall see later, just might have been a time-traveler. Andy then woke up with his heart pounding, relieved that it had just been a dream. Or, was it something more than just a dream?
On August 8, I received a Facebook message from a guy named Kenny, who had a horrific dream of nuclear war two nights earlier. In Kenny’s dream, the U.S. president was shot to death by a foreign agent, something that led to a nuclear war. Kenny lives in San Bernardino, California and woke up suddenly in the dead of night in a state of terror. As Kenny explained, in his dream he was sitting in the living-room of a house in a small town outside of Lubbock, Texas. Kenny had no idea of the name of the town, only that he knew it was near Lubbock – a place he has never visited. In the dream, Kenny heard a sudden and deep rumbling sound that seemed to be coming from somewhere faraway. He went to the screen door, puzzled, and peered outside. To his horror, Kenny could see way off in the distance, the one thing which none of us ever want to see: a huge, nuclear mushroom cloud looming large and ominous on the horizon.
Kimberly J emailed me on August 10 and shared with me a story of disturbing proportions. She lives in Chicago, Illinois and had a somewhat similar dream to that of Kenny, but on August 9. The scenario was almost identical: a gigantic explosion destroyed her home city, killing millions and vaporizing everything for miles. A huge mushroom cloud was hanging where, only seconds earlier, there had been a bustling city of close to three million people. In this case, however, there was more: amid the carnage and the chaos, a large “birdman,” as Kimberly described it, hovered over the massive cloud, “watching the end of us.” The reference to the “birdman” provokes imagery of the Mothman of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, which – as we have seen is connected to death – even to the extent of having its very own “death curse” and prophecies attached to it. Then, there was this from Stephen Polak: “As a Chicago resident myself who has recently had a dream of being consumed [by] an enormous wall of fire, I find all of this rather disquieting…”
On August 18 J. Griffin, commenting on the Chicago issue, said: “I’m in Chicago right now on business – the last street to my first destination was ‘Nuclear Drive.’ Go figure.” Jacqueline Bradley sent me the following on August 21, the details of a dream which seemed to involve small, tactical nuclear weapons in a forthcoming confrontation: “A few days ago I had a dream that several nuclear events occurred - in my dream I remember the term ‘thermonuclear.’ There were several of these events popping up (appeared to be everywhere and small versions of what we would ordinarily be aware of.) No one seemed to be very perturbed by these and people were just walking around, occasionally looking around and watching these. I was aware that if you were caught up in one and died it killed off your soul or spirit too. All this was happening in broad daylight on sunny days. The dream ended where I was in some kind of alley with an old fashioned dustbin nearby. Suddenly I found myself ‘sinking’ or evaporating and woke up. I wasn’t scared by the dream, just puzzled."
What was without doubt one of the most chilling stories came from Anna Jordan. On August 25, she sent me this: "Hi Nick, So, this dream was one I had about 25 years ago or so. Here’s the dream: I was standing in the living room of the apartment I lived in at the time. I had three small kids on the floor around me playing and Sesame Street was on the TV. (At the time, I only had two children, but later had a third.) So, PBS is on with Sesame Street, but there’s a break-in on the channel like when they have breaking news. It just showed like a PBS symbol and a countdown and then this man, who I knew was in the White House, came on. He was sitting at a desk, very solemn. I swear to you, it was Mike Pence. I have waited, studying White House faces for all these years waiting to see this face. The white hair, the face, the voice…it’s him, I’m sure. He just looks at the camera and says that he was very sorry, it was too late, and wished the world good luck. I don’t know how, but I knew he was talking about a nuclear war. In the dream, I felt my heart drop. Then I woke up. That’s about it.”
I’m not exaggerating when I say I had (and still have) enough material from 2017 to write a “sizish” book on this issue of nuclear nightmares and Mothman and prophecies. Here’s the important thing in all of this: nothing happened in 2017. Numerous people were having incredibly similar, terrible dreams – something that made matters even more worrying. But, there wasn’t a war. So, what’s going on? Well, maybe a dream is just a dream and nothing else. I guess it could be. But, I’ve seen and heard enough to make me think prophetic dreams are real. Perhaps, we’re dealing with the Trickster phenomenon: paranormal entities that just want to screw with us for the fun of it and nothing else. How about this: that all those who experienced that trauma in 2017 had glimpses of an alternate reality, in which the war did happen? Of course, this is all highly speculative. But, there’s no doubt that something very strange happened in 2017, even though it was for just a while. As for me? I continue my investigations in the field of future paranormal events and nuclear war.