A warning from beyond the grave

Delta 191
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 10:00 PM.  That is early for me because I usually stay up past midnight.
I remember this date because of a vivid dream I had that night. I don't remember most dreams, but this dream seemed so real and it stuck in my head.

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. 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. It was Carl, my best friend in junior high school. Carl was killed in an auto accident on Tuesday, September 2nd, 1969. 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 side window and started talking to me.

I was expecting Carl to say "Hi, how have you been?" Or, "Whats new?" Carl wasn't interested in small talk, he had a message for me. Carl said "You are close to death, should slow down or better yet, you should stop." Then Carl turned around and walked back to his construction site.

I'm awake

My eyes poped open and it was still dark, except for my digital green alarm clock which read 1:37 AM. I realized I was just dreaming, but now I am awake. I sat up in my bed and 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 OK. This dream seemed so real and vivid. Carl looked young, just like I remembered him, more than 15 years ago. He was only 15 years old when he died.

I went back to bed and slept for another 6 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 wondered again. "What was his message about? Why sould I slow down? What does all of this mean?" Then I wondered if Carl was really trying to give me a message, or was this just all in my head?

I got up and made a cup of coffee and started thinking about all of the things I had to do that day. It was Friday, August 2nd, 1985 and it was going to be very hot in Dallas.

I finished up work about 5:30 PM and started back home. I noticed that a hugh storm was brewing from the north. A large black-looking cloud was inching into the DFW Metroplex and the wind starting blowing.

I got in the middle of the regular traffic jam that happens everyday in the DFW area. Except on Friday's the traffic jam is extra bad.  I stopped off at a convenient store and picked up a coke for the drive back home.  By then it was around 6:00 PM and the big storm was entering the metroplex.

There were high winds, strong rain and a lot of lighting. I was traveling east bound on Hwy 114, and the traffic had died down a little bit. We were able to move at about a 50 mile per hour pace.

By this time the storm was on top of me and everyone on the highway had to slow down. Visibilty had gone from several miles, down to just a few hundered feet in a matter of a few minutes.

The cars on the freeway went from 50 MPH, down to 40 MPH, then 30 MPH and 20 MPH. We were at a craw, 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 is what Carl's message was all about."  I am 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 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 deceded to move on. I was at the north end of DFW International Airport and I noticed a car wreck just ahead of me.

This was the strangest car wreck I have 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, so I assumed, this wasn't an accident, this car must have fallen off one of those trucks that cary flattened cars to the recycling junkyard.

I continued driving east bound on Texas 114 when I noticed dozens of police cars, with their lights flashing and sirens blasting, racing past me on the west bound 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, a local news station, and they were talking about a local emergency, a plane went down, just north of the runway.  

I was at the scene of the accident

It turns out that the car I saw was not a recycled pancake car, but instead it was a car that was flattened by a Delta L1011 as it slid across the highway, just about 1000 yards where I had stopped.

As I passed the flattened car, I was looking at it, but didn't realize on the other side of the road was Delta flight 191 that had just crashed.  Had I knowed, I would have stopped to help.

I now realize that Carl's message in my dream actually saved my life. I remember the dream being so real that it woke me up. I remember looking at the clock at 1:37 AM, and now realize that 137 people had died in the crash.

That loud thunder wasn't thunder at all, it was Delta Flight 191 crashing about 1000 yards in front of me. I was probably the first person at the scene of the crash, but didn't know it. I never saw it because the visability was still pretty low.

Delta Flight 191 crash killed 137 people.

Delta flight 191 flew into a microburst while trying to land. The plane hit the ground about 200 MPH, 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 collided with two water tanks and exploded. The accident killed 137 people and injured 28 others.

The only reason I am alive today is because of carl’s message. Carl, my best friend growing up, died in an auto accident on September 2nd, 1969. Exactly 191 months to the day of the Delta flight 191 crash.