Take it for what it is worth, here is my story.
I have a friend named Scott. Scott and I have both always had a liking for the 40's we like the music, the styles, the history. All of it.
For many years I had a daydream, or a vision if you will. It would just pop up at any given time for no apparent reason. It never came to me in my sleep. What I would see was a devastated city. It had been bombed to nothing more than piles of rubble amongst partial walls that all formed into nothing more than a maze of ruins. I saw this as if I were there. I would have the feeling of hunting while being hunted. It was clearly a vision of a city during war where horrible battle had clearly occured. The vision didn't last long. I would be walking around with a gun in my hand (Obviously a soldier) I would hear the action of a gun and then NOTHING the vision would be gone. Sometimes all that would happen is I would hear the action of a gun. (The sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber).
So one day I am telling my buddy Scott about this. His face went blank and he said "I hear the bang"
I said "WHAT?
He explained he had a similiar reoccuring vision. and that he didn't hear the action but, he heard the bang of the gun being fired.
Now keep in mind this had plagued both of us for years.
Ok so in an MSN group I used to belong to someone had posted a thread about believing or not believing in reincarnation. My reply was that I did believe in it because I had some memories that could not be mine. The vision is one of the things I was refering too.
Some one in that group e-mailed me and asked me to tell them of my memories. I told her about the vision as I had just told all of you.
Turns out she had certain abilities.
What I got back was something similiar to this.
You and Scott grew up somewhere in the midwest USA. You were best friends since childhood. When WW2 broke out the two of you joined the army togeather. You were both in a battle somewhere in Europe that had lasted for days. It was hell on earth and there was no organization left at this point. It had become every man for himself. Scott had been seriously wounded and was laying in the rubble. He could barely see because of blood running in his eyes. While he was laying there he heard footsteps coming thru the rubble. He could make out a figure walking towards him. In an act of self preservation he lifted his rifle and shot. The figure dropped to the ground. In order to make sure he had killed the enemy he crawled over to the body. When he got to it he turned it over to see the face. The face was yours. Scott had just killed you by accident. He was so rittled with guilt he turned the gun on himself and ended it all.
When I finished reading this I had a wave rush thru me. It was as if I had been hit by a blast of arctic air. It all fit. It was so much clearer then. I soon told Scott of this message. It hit him the same way. In fact it messed him up for a few days. Ever since this happened I have not had the vision nor heard the action of that gun. Scott has not had either one either. It is as if we needed to remember or maybe we needed an answer to a questin we didn't quite know we had.
Now ya'll can take it for what it is worth. Yeah I know it is kind of out there. As far as the person who told me this goes. She is legit. I talked to her a considerable amount after that and I am telling you she knew things about my life that I never told her. I learned real quick I couldn't keep a secret from her. lol. In fact she probably knows I just told this story. Man will she be pis*ed.
And THAT ladies and gentlemen, is my story.