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When Dreams Become Deadly Warnings: The Delta Flight 191 Premonition
Death whispers warnings to those willing to listen. When a vivid dream featuring a long-dead childhood friend jolted our storyteller awake at exactly 1:37 AM, he had no idea those three digits would haunt him forever.
The message was simple yet urgent: "You are close to death. You should slow down or, better yet, you should stop." Words delivered not in the familiar cadence of casual reunion, but with the gravity of someone who had crossed beyond and returned with crucial information. Carl, killed in an auto accident as a teenager in 1969, appeared not as a ghost but as a construction worker in the dreamscape, his YIELD sign flipped to STOP - a perfect metaphor for what would unfold.
The very next evening, driving through Dallas during a violent summer storm, our narrator made an uncharacteristic choice. As visibility dropped and traffic crawled, he remembered Carl's warning and pulled completely off the road. Minutes later, a sound like thunder - but far more devastating - rocked his vehicle. What he initially mistook for a recycled, flattened car on the highway was actually the first sign of Delta Flight 191's catastrophic crash. The L-1011 had encountered a microburst and plummeted across the highway merely a thousand yards from where he'd stopped, instantly killing 137 people - the exact digits on his clock when Carl's warning had awakened him.
The numerological connections don't end there. Carl died precisely 191 months before Flight 191's crash, creating a web of coincidences too precise to dismiss. Was this message from beyond merely happenstance, or evidence of something more? Had our narrator continued driving at his usual pace, refusing to heed the warning, his Toyota might have joined William Mayberry's crushed Celica in the disaster's path. Sometimes the dead speak loudest when we need them most. Subscribe now for more true encounters with the unexplained, and share your own experiences with us at creepradio.com.
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AHHHHH, welcome to Creep Radio, where we dive deep into the dark, the bizarre and the unexplained. Dim the lights and lock your doors. Prepare to get creeped out because the unknown is calling. And we're about to answer. I'm your host, the Master of Creep. Tonight's story a warning from beyond the grave.
Speaker 1:It was August 1st 1985, and I was living in Dallas, Texas. I was extra tired that day, so I went to bed early, around 10 pm. That's early for me, because usually I stay up past midnight. I remember this date because of a vivid dream that I had that night. I don't remember most of my dreams, but this dream seemed so real it stuck in my head.
Speaker 1:In my dream, I was driving on a country road when I noticed some roadwork activity up ahead. There were several construction workers. One of the construction workers was holding up a yield sign and as I got closer, the person with the sign spun the sign around and it said Stop. That is when I realized that I knew this person, why that was Carl, my best friend in junior high school. That was Carl, my best friend in junior high school. Carl was killed in an auto accident on Tuesday, september 2nd 1969. But in my dream, carl was telling me to stop and pull over to the side of the road. I did, and Carl approached the driver's side of the window and started talking to me. I was expecting Carl to say Hi, how have you been? Or what's new, but Carl wasn't interested in small talk. He had a message for me. Carl said you are close to death. You should slow down or, better yet, you should stop. And then Carl turned around and walked back to his construction site.
Speaker 1:My eyes popped open and it was still dark, except for my digital green alarm clock, which read 1.37 am. I realized I had just been dreaming, but now I'm awake. I sat up in my bed and I thought about what Carl had just said to me, something about being close to death and how I needed to slow down or stop. I wondered what was he talking about? Am I sick or something I feel okay. This dream seemed so real and vivid. Carl looked young, just like I remember him more than 15 years ago, while he was only 15 years old when he died. I went back to bed and slept for another five or six hours. As soon as I woke up, I remembered the dream along with all of the details, just like it really happened. I sat up in my bed and I wondered again what was this message about? Why should I slow down? What does all of this mean? And then I wondered if Carl was really trying to give me a message, or maybe this was just all in my head. I got up and I made a cup of coffee and started thinking about all of the things that I had to do that day.
Speaker 1:It was Friday, august 2nd 1985, and it was going to be a very hot day in Dallas, texas. I finished up work about 5.30 pm and started back home. I noticed that a huge storm was brewing from the north. A large black looking cloud was inching into the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex and the wind was starting to blow. I got in the middle of a regular traffic jam. That happens every day in the DFW area. Except Fridays, the traffic jam is extra bad.
Speaker 1:I stopped off at a convenience store and picked up a Coke for the drive back home, but by then it was around 6 pm and the big storm was entering the Metroplex. There were high winds, strong rain and a lot of lightning. I was traveling eastbound on Highway 114, and the traffic had died down a little bit. We were able to move at about 50 miles per hour. By this time, the storm was on top of me and everyone on the highway had to slow down again. Everyone on the highway had to slow down again. Visibility had gone from being several miles down to just a few hundred feet. In a matter of a few minutes, the cars on the freeway went from 50 miles an hour down to 40 miles an hour, then 30 miles an hour and then 20 miles an hour. We were all at a crawl and some cars started pulling off to the side of the road, coming to a complete stop. I was by myself in the car and I said out loud maybe this was Carl's message, maybe this is what it was all about. I'm usually the last one to stop driving because of the weather, but I thought about Carl's message, so this time I did stop. I pulled over and came to a complete stop on the side of the road on Texas Highway 114, along with several other cars. At this point, visibility was very low and the wind was blowing so hard it rocked the car back and forth. About a minute after I stopped, I heard a very loud crack. This was the loudest thunder I have ever heard in my life. In fact, it almost sounded like an explosion. A few minutes later, the storm slowed down and I decided to move on.
Speaker 1:I was at the north end of DFW International Airport and I noticed a car wreck just ahead of me. This is the strangest car wreck that I've ever seen. There was only one car involved and it was as flat as a pancake. I passed the car on the right side and slowed way down and noticed that no one seemed to be in the car. This car was only about 10 inches tall. I assumed this wasn't an accident. This car must have fallen off one of those trucks that carry flattened cars to the recycling junkyard.
Speaker 1:I continued driving eastbound on Texas 114 when I noticed dozens of police cars with their lights flashing and sirens blasting, racing past me on the westbound lanes. What the hell is going on? A few seconds later, another line of police cars, fire trucks and ambulances went by. It looked like every police car in town was rushing by. I figured something big was happening, so I turned on WBAP radio and they were talking about a local emergency.
Speaker 1:A plane went down just north of the runway and it turns out that I was at the scene of the accident. The car that I saw was not recycled. It was a car that had been flattened by a Delta L-1011 as it slid across the highway just about a thousand yards where I had stopped. As I passed the flattened car, I was looking at it, but I did not realize that on the other side of the road was Delta Flight 191 that had just crashed. Had I known, I would have stopped to help. Now I realize that Carl's message in my dream actually saved my life.
Speaker 1:I remember the dream being so real that it woke me up. I remember looking at the clock at 1.37 am and now looking back on it, I realize that 137 people had died in that crash. That loud thunder wasn't thunder at all. It was Delta Flight 191 crashing about a thousand yards in front of me. I was probably the first person at the scene of the crash, but I didn't know it. I never saw it because the visibility was so low.
Speaker 1:Delta Flight 191 crashed and killed 137 people. Delta Flight 191 flew into a microburst while trying to land. The plane hit the ground about 200 miles per hour. About a mile short of the runway it struck a Toyota Celica driven by 28-year-old William Mayberry, killing him instantly. The aircraft went on to collide with two water tanks and exploded. The accident killed 137 people and injured 28 others. The only reason that I am alive today is because of Carl's message. Carl, my best friend growing up. He died in an auto accident on September 2nd 1969. Exactly 191 months to the day of the Delta Flight 191 crash. Thanks for listening to Creep Radio. Don't forget to subscribe and share with your friends. For more links to other creepy content, visit us at creepradiocom. Oh, but wait, we're not done yet. Listen to this.