when the plane was blown up over lockerby i was working for ford. i had gone to a psychiatrist to tell him about my dreams. i was having alot of them and i was continually being isolated by everyone around me. i was looking for help. he asked about the tension in my house and when i started telling him he started wandering in his thoughts like he had already decided i was a nut case. then he asked if i had any dreams lately and i said yes. i told him i saw a plane fall from the sky and it landed with the cockpit on its side. in the dream i went over and looked inside and i knew the pilots were dead. then i woke from the dream. i told him all of this so he could watch the dream as it happened. 2 weeks later the plane came down. when i went back to this doctor he told me he could not help me. that was the last time i went to a doctor. something has kept me isolated all of my life. as soon as people meet me they want to speak for a few minutes and then stay away. the ones who do seem to keep coming around wanting friendship leave quickly as soon as i tell them of my dreams. my whole life has been isolation. every avenue i have taken looking for help has been met with hate and disbelief. i can understand why the earth is going to be destroyed. it will not be the earth destroyed it will be hate. the earth will morph into something completely different. there will be nothing left in the oceans. something different will grow there after thousands and thousands of years. it will be nothing like what is so beautiful in the ocean now. we are the cause of the oceans death with our hate. the world can not stop hating. i have learned to be a witness only. i learned long ago to turn my back on much of the world. the hate and hypocricy is rampant. the world digs for gold and lusts for the material things in the world instead of finding the finest gold in faith.