At 5+ the night of which at 12:00 my grandpa died, and went into coma at 11:00 pm, at 11:00 I woke up in my room seeing a flag bearing a swatstica with bullet holes in it getting torn down by my grandpa, then heard heavy breathing, despite it not being mine, then it stopped a few minutes before we got the call, also up until 10 at night the sound of a dying kid screaming for his parents and help, would keep me up for 1-3 hours and then be muted by a gurgling noise. Edit: also legit born on 9/11 to an hour before the first one hit.