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My biological mother told me years ago (back in the 1990's) that a psychic had done a reading relating to me back in the 1960's but wouldn't exactly tell me what the psychic had said, except that I would witness a horrible event that I would survive but this event would affect a very large number of people. She wouldn't answer me when I asked her if people died in this event.

When I went to bed that night I couldn't sleep. In my mind, I kept wondering what she had seen. Then i had a terrible dream which can only be described as a nightmare. Very bad nightmare.

A group of men came to the office where I worked. There were 6 men and they picked me up and took me out of the office and into a waiting limo. They said nothing to me.

I was driven to the Daytona International Speedway (I do seasonal work there). Buses were coming into the venue and people came out of the buses looking terrified. There were men in military uniform who were telling these people where to go. I was put behind a fence that had bared wire. I was put there so that I would have a good view of the race track.

No one that was there wanted to be there and had been taken against their will. From a distance I saw a man on a microphone who was yelling and screaming at the NASCAR brass and the drivers and others who had escaped and were in hiding. I got the impression that they were safe and this really angered this guy who was on a microphone.

Those racing where not NASCAR drivers but people who made my hair go up on end. They were using the cars to do evil. People were forced to go out into the track and where run over. Pets and animals were also run over. People in the stands were supposed to cheer and they were force to cheer. About halfway thru the race, there was a terrible wreck which involved several cars and then there was this terrible explosion and there were fires everywhere.

The gate that I was at opened and I started running. So did others. Those that were in the military opened fire on those trying to escape. I managed to escape without being harmed. Others weren't so lucky. It was like a war zone. I managed to get to safety (someone I didn't know helped me escape).

Over the years this dream had modified (it's almost like someone telling me a story without speaking).

I don't know what to make of this. I've never discussed this dream with my biological mother or anyone for that matter.