I was 15yrs old and was a U.S.O. Volunteer, I volunteer in my home island of St Thomas. I was going to school and volunteering, now seeing spirits was normal for me, but this was something new. I remember waking up and remembering my dream, that night. I remember dreams but this one was very different.
I was sleeping and I looked back and there I was laying in my bed, seconds later I was walking down the waterfront which looks like Italy, I say that because I heard Italian and the surrounding. I was more focus on the 4 men heading towards me, Sailors from the U.S. Enterprise, an Aircraft Carrier I had not seen on the island yet. Looking at their baseball type hat, I read it as I got close. They saw me and said Hi and I looked at them, they turned and said, "we are going to go down this alley, I heard of a good bar straight through here." talking amongst themselves it's a shortcut they said.
"No, don't go there one or all of you won't make it out" the guys stopped. "OK don't get upset" I blocked them, "Don't" 3 headed the long way, one descent down the alley, I was in front of him. "Don't" he ignored me and continue. I woke up.
That bugged me for a few days. Fast forward 6months working behind the grill in the U.S.O. As I turned the grill over to my sister who volunteered also. I went outside for a breath of fresh air.
As I stood by the door to let the other ladies know I would be right outside, a group of sailor just off the boat entered the building, "It's her, Oh my God. It's our Angel! 2 seconds later I found myself being hugged by 3 men, with tears in their eyes. "Thank you so much for saving our lives, I only wish John had listen. Even after you try and stop him, we stepped back and we felt push back. So we went the long way. The next morning they found him stuffed in a barrel, he was buried in his hometown."
It flashed on me my dream wasn't a dream after all. I told the men, I have never been to Italy except in a dream. We all sat outside and talked for awhile. That was over twenty years ago, it only happen once after that, but never as profound as that. It still scares me a bit today, and mentally I think I don't do it, suppose I don't get back or something slips in while I was away, but glad I could help the sailors who listened.