I've always been "sensitive," even at the age of two. Being Southern Baptist, this was frowned upon, of course. Looking back, what I thought was normal, probably frightened people. I know it did. Sometimes it was funny too.
In 2000, I started having astral projection experiences. I had never heard the term and didn't know what was happening. It scared me! Near the end of 2000, a wind came and sucked me out of my body (that's what it felt like). I went flying up and into an airplane. I was looking through a man's eyes, seeing what he saw. A presence was with me, not uncommon, who seldom spoke and didn't this time, no matter all the questions I begin asking him/her. The man looked at an attractive woman seated a few rows in front of him.
Then the plane began falling, going down. Uncannily it was very quiet - no screams. Then, still inside the man, he was on a stretcher being wheeled and passed a body bag with the woman inside.
I woke up then, but remembered the details and thought about them the next day. That afternoon, a plane crashed. They showed a man on a stretcher with a body bag near him. There were survivors, a few, from this crash.
That night and for about a week, I fought and struggled not to leave again. I didn't want to see anymore plane crashes. Now that I've heard of and read that other people have done this, I'm not so afraid. My biggest fear was getting lost and getting re-united with my body.
Lately I have made two trips. I don't encourage them, but I'm more open to them.