have you experienced such a situation yourself?
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If I understand your question…You’re asking if someone has had a dream that later actually happened in real life. Then yes, it has happened to me several times.
In 1976 I just turned 18 and I knew that in 3 months I’d be leaving for my enlistment in the US Navy. Sometime between my birthday and my enlistment, I had a dream that I was riding as a passenger in a big truck and we were going slow. There was the driver who had blonde hair and another passenger sitting in the middle in the back seat but was sitting up higher than us in the front. The sun was coming up and we were driving past some individual large buildings and there were small airplanes and small trucks everywhere around us. I remember a clear blue sky as the sun was coming up and everyone outside was in short sleeve shirts. I looked out of the windshield to the left to look at the sun coming up over some mountains that were nearby. Then I woke up.
Fast forward about a year. November 1977.
I’m in the US Navy and I’m stationed in Guantanamo Bay Cuba. Back then, GITMO was an actual working, populated and functional Naval Air Station and Naval Base, not like the joke it is today. As part of my military schooling and training as an Aviation Boatswains Mate, I was assigned to the Air Station Crash Crew Fire Fighting Unit. I loved it. We had 4 aircraft fire/rescue vehiles, big water carrying firetrucks that carried a crew of three; Driver, Hoseman and Turretman. We worked in 24 hour shifts and on this particular morning, we were nearing the end of our shift and it was about 5:30 a.m.. After the crews assembled, each crew took turns going to the mess hall which was a little more than a half mile away down the end of the taxiway of the single runway airfield on a side road. Each crew would go to breakfast by driving down the taxiway off the service road and then to the mess hall. We’d come back the same way. After breakfast, the crew I was on got back in the truck. The driver’s name was Jim, he outranked me and was a slim guy, shorter than me with military cut to his blonde hair. I was in the right side passenger seat. Now in these aircraft fire trucks, the turretman sits in a seat in the middle between the driver and front passenger but behind us and that seat is elevated as it acts as the pedestal he stands on when he opens the roof hatch to use the turret. We were in the truck and went down the taxiway back to the “Crash Shack” where we parked the trucks in the truck bay facing the tarmac. As we neared the tarmac Jim decided to exit the taxiway and drive slowly down the tarmac between the rows of TA-4 fighter Jets back to the crash shack. There were support vehicles around the jets and we were riding between the two rows of A-4’s closest to the taxiway. The hanger was to our left front and the crash shack was straight ahead. Off behind the crash shack to the east were the mountains/hills that were on the Naval base side, between the hanger and the crash shack I could see those hills as well and the sun began to peak over those mountains.
At that moment I gasped as I caught my breath. The driver stopped the truck and both him and the turretman were looking at me. I was told my eyes were as big as golf balls and my mouth was agape as I pointed at the sun. I remember Jim asking me if I was okay. The Turretman put his hand on my shoulder. I remember saying “I dreamt about this very scene a year ago”.
That weirded us out for the remainder of the day and it hung with me for a few days. Of course jokes would come in about dreaming lottery numbers and such.
Since then it has happened several times and I try to keep track of the vivid dreams I have that seem real. There have been a few that reoccur and are upsetting and scary and involve some devastation. It’s always a little unnerving when it happens and don’t think I’ll ever get use to it.