Some people manage to look into the future. These can be dreams or fleeting visions. However, it is believed that a lot of people see prophetic dreams, just not everyone pays attention to them. The question arises: is it possible to prevent what has been seen, is it possible to change the future and destiny? Some believe that the fate of a person is in his hands, but many experts on the paranormal claim that every person is born with a written fate for the rest of his life.
Prophetic dream. Eyewitness Ivan
This incident happened to me in August 1976. Late in the evening I returned home from hunting, without prey. I was delayed, it was already dark to get to my village, I had to go through the forest, and I decided that it would be better to find myself a night in the nearest village. I knocked on the first house. A young man, about the same age, opened the door for me. The house was crowded, it turned out that his wife was about to give birth. I already regretted knocking on this door. But the owners allowed me to stay, however, they offered me a place in the summer kitchen. I was not offended and, wishing the woman in labor an easy delivery, went to bed.
I could not sleep, something prevented me. For a long time I looked at the starry sky through the window, thought about this, about this, when suddenly I saw a woman in white. She stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked at me. Suddenly, she began to speak: "The mistress of this house will have a son, at six he will be destroyed by water." I jumped up in fright, I thought that it was imaginary, but the woman also stood still and looked at me. Then she disappeared into thin air.
I could hardly wait for the morning. When it was getting light, the first thing I did was to run into the house. A happy father met me and said that a son was born at night. I congratulated him and the young mother, and asked to become the boy's godfather. The parents agreed. But about what I dreamed at night, I did not tell anyone. Yes, yes, in the morning it seemed to me that it was just a dream.
Since my village was not far away, I had the opportunity to often visit my godson Andryusha. The years passed quickly, the boy grew up, almost did not get sick. I tried to spend as much time with the boy as possible. I tried to keep him out of the water.
Once, Andrey and I went fishing. I was sitting with a fishing rod on the shore, and the boy was catching some insects not far from me. Suddenly, Andryusha screamed. I instantly ran up to him and managed to notice the quickly crawling tail of the viper. The boy could not be saved; he died a few hours after being bitten by a snake. Andrey was six years old and one week old.