I had a vision, of my death. What is still unknown to me, is whether this is a death from my past life, or a vision of my future death.
It was a normal day, well, quite depressing day, as I was going through depression. One of my friends think I have seasonal effectiveness disorder, which is when at certain seasons, most commonly winter, you get more depressed, probably because lack of sun. But anyways, I can't recall too much of when I had this vision, because it was a year or so ago, but it went a little like this:
I was in a car, not modern, but more, 1995-2005 model car, I can't really say, I'm not too good with cars. And it was filled with water. I'm assuming it was lake water, considering the awfully cold temperature, and very very slight greenish tint to the water, and slight murkiness. Just like lake water. I was struggling to breath, trying to open doors, kicking here and there, and finally took a nice gasp for air, but instead got a big blow of water in my lungs. I remember feeling the coldness of the water, entering my lungs, and just pain, pain of water in me, and suffocation.
Then I stopped struggling, knowing I was going to die, the thought of death didn't really bother me that much. What can I say, I was depressed. All I felt was pain at that point, as I waited to die. Then nothing, just a nice, comfortably numb feeling, I was unable to move at that point, no life left in my limbs, just a peaceful kind of feeling. I started to take notice of my surroundings. The light from the sun was shining in through the windows that were facing closest to the surface of the lake. I suppose the lake wasn't too deep, considering the amount of light in the car.
I felt so happy. The most happy, peaceful feeling surrounded me. I was just floating in the water, it felt so nice, like jumping into a pool after running a marathon, and floating looking up at the sky. It was that kind of happy relaxing feeling. So I just floated there in the car, and thought about my family, my friends, and how wonderful that experience was.
And THAT, was my vision. This vision, actually made me really happy. This was what made me wake up in the morning everyday. It was something to look forward to. I know it sounds bad, but its true. Every time I felt sad, I would think about my vision, and that peaceful part, over and over. You know when you think about something so much you forget its origins? I've thought about my vision so many times, I can barely recall when I had it. Now I'm starting to think it was a dream. But I really can't remember anymore.
If anyone has had a similar experience feel free to comment. Hope you liked my story: ]