In 1984 the Soviet leader Yuri Andropov died and several days later Konstantin Chernenko took his place. I watched the news report on TV one evening and had a dream that night he died of pneumonia. It was so real I expected to see it on the news the next day. About a year later I saw on the news he had died of a "respitory illness". I talked to my mother about it and she suggested I start keeping a dream journal.

Around this time I started dreaming something new. It was the aftermath of a flood, not a little flood either; bridges were either underwater or had been washed out all together. I don't know where it was and I still don't. I often see myself in places I've never been to in my waking life, but sometimes I do sense a direction but not always.

It disturbed me because I knew a lot of people had died in the flood, and just like the bridges and roads there were a lot of houses and other buildings underwater too. The only location clue I had was that the area had a lot of rolling hills, but hell that could describe any number of places.

I also began dreaming about driving down a road and passing under overpasses and bridges that were two and three high. For years I thought these would be built in my home town.