Dreams are not subject to logical explanation, and we, in turn, are not able to influence them. In dreams, we see pictures from the past and present, people with whom we are very familiar. Scientists say that dreams are our experiences.
However, what about prophetic dreams? That such a phenomenon exists is a proven fact! Moreover, sometimes prophetic dreams save lives.
Death on the road. The terrible story of Yaroslava's eyewitness
Getting behind the wheel of a car was a dream of mine. How I wanted to turn the ignition key, press the gas pedal and go, go far, far away somewhere.
It would seem that difficult, it is enough to finish the courses, pass exams, get a license and that's it! In addition, I had a brand new, bright blue Volkswagen Polo in my garage, which my parents gave me for the age of majority.
I decided to take a driving course in September 2011. I chose a school, signed up and could not wait for the morning to start studying. And then at night I have a dream:
“Deep fall, fast lane, I'm driving my blue Polo. The road is narrowing and I try to slow down, but the brakes don't work. The car rushes with great speed, I scream, grab the hand brake, jerk the gearbox. The car takes off into the oncoming lane, a truck rushes at me. In the next moment, a blow, a crash, darkness."
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This dream was so realistic, and the feeling of death was so intense that I could smell it. Waking up in the morning, I lost my desire to get a license and get behind the wheel, I did not go to a driving school.
Exactly one year has passed. I forgot about the dream, and again I decided to go to driving courses. Everything was repeated one to one. The night before the first lesson, I had the same dream again. Everything was exactly the same in it: deep autumn, motorway, inoperative brakes, panic, shock, death.
I realized that I would never ride. To prevent the car from rotting in the garage, I decided to sell it to my best friend Olesya for half the price. Olesya has already received her license, she passed both exams the first time. And I figured that sometimes we would ride together.
On November 2, 2012, I learned the terrible news. My best friend had an accident: she flew into an oncoming lane and crashed into a truck, a pile of useless metal remained from the car, Olesya died on the spot.
Rescuers found the surviving memory card in the broken video recorder, when I reviewed the recording, I was seized by a real shock. Deep autumn, high-speed lane, panicky cries of Olesya "f … any brakes, giving s … ka, shit … b", truck, blow, darkness. All one to one, as in that dream.
It was I who should have died, but having deceived fate, thanks to prophetic dreams, my best friend was in my place. And now I have to live with this burden all my life.