I have read this entire thread and found if fascinating. I have been a little hesitant to share my story, 'cause some of the few people I have told it to were disbelieving and thought I was nuts. It also isn't hunting related, but does include the outdoors and fishing.
During much of my early life, I would have dreams, or probably more accurately, little flashes of deja vu quite often. Usually, I would have these little flashes when dreaming and then sometime in the future be in a situation where I would have that "I've been here before" feeling. I would then remember the "dream" or whatever it might be called. This would happen to me a lot, and it really kind of freaked me out.
I grew up in Iowa and was about 10 or 11 I think. I had one of these visons, dreams, deja vu experiences that was a bit longer and more real than others. I had the same 'dream' twice. In the dream, I was standing on an old bridge, one of those steel girder arch type old bridges common years ago. It had a wooden deck and wooden guard rails. My younger brother (6 years younger) was on the bridge with me, and we went to the side of the bridge to look at the raging, flooding river below. My brother leaned against the rail and it broke, he fell, and as if in slow motion, I looked down at him as he fell, looking up at me with his mouth open in a silent scream before he disappeared in the flood waters of the river below. Each time I had this 'dream' I woke up crying and scared to death.
Some time later, within the year, we were down at one of my uncles farms for a visit. None of us were doing much,so my uncle asked if we wanted to go to the river to fish. This was odd, because I have never known my uncle to hunt or fish. But I was obsessed with fishing or anything to do with nature and the outdoors, and so was so excited and wanted to go. My dad, uncle, older brother and I wanted to go. My little brother (4 or 5 at the time) heard us talking and wanted to go. For some reason I didn't understand, I immediately without thought said, "no, you can't go!" He was upset and started crying and said he wanted to go. I got quite rude and mean to him telling him that he couldn't go. He ran in the house crying, and my dad looked at me and asked what my problem was and that I had acted like a jerk. My brother wouldn't come out of the house.
My uncle, dad, oldr brother, cousin and I went to the river. I had not been at this location before. We saw the river was very high with flooding, so we walked out on the bridge to look at it. I was out front, and walked part way out and then walked to the rail to look down. I put my hand on the rail, and it was broken, and started to swing out. If I had leaned against it, I would have fallen through, and as I looked down at the river, it was the exact scene from my "dream", except without my brother falling into the river. I was so overwhelmed, I ran back to the car and said I wanted to go home. For some reason at the time, I could not tell anyone what happened, I guess because it scared me so much. I remember that day quite clearly 40 years later.
I believe God saved my brothers life that day. After thinking about it, I am amazed that after that and a few other things in my life, that I ever question God, or struggle with faith, but I sometimes do. Maybe I am a little crazy, but this story is the absolute truth.
Topic: Supernatural experience (Read 20411 times)
