Hi all,
My pseudonym is Azure, and I am fairly frequent poster in the Near-Death Experience Foundation (http://www.nderf.org) - past life memories and near-death experiences are the two sides of the coin. In this life I am a female engineer living in Finland.
But I have had a nasty dream - a lucid dream.
I am male, and I am working onboard an aircraft carrier. It is war, and we are preparing the aircraft for the mission.
I am not wearing a Donald Duck outfit; instead I am wearing jeans, blue shirt and a baseball cap. The hangar is full of propeller planes. They are all blue and have white numbers and markings.
It is hot and sweatty. We are attaching bombs and ammunition on the planes, and pumping aviation gasoline in the planes' tanks. It is an "organized chaos" as we prepare the planes for a mission.
Suddenly, there is a rumble and a horrible explosion. A living hell erupts. The ship is under air attack, and is hit. The mighty ship turns into a blazing inferno.
The newly equipped planes catch fire and explode one by one. The bombs, ammunition, gasoline. Everything is in fire. The temperature is hellish. Men are fried alive. The burning gasoline spills all around. I am hit. I am burning. I burn.
There is a large aperture used to ventilate the hangar. Somewhere down there is the sea. My clothes are on fire; I know I will die soon. The ship is doomed.
I jump in the sea, burning. I rather would drown than burn alive.
Then I wake up, shivering, sweatting. My spouse said I was like having seen a ghost. And I had. I somehow remember number "13" was connected to the dream and the ship I was on.
We decided to do searching. We did Google search on "aircraft carrier 13".
USS Franklin, an Essex class aircraft carrier, code name CV-13, was hit by a kamikaze 19 March 1945. The ship was hit by the bomb the kamikaze plane was carrying, which penetrated the deck and exploded inside the ship. At the time she was struck, Franklin had 31 armed and fueled aircraft warming up on her flight deck. The hangar deck contained 22 additional planes, of which 16 were fueled and five were armed. The forward gasoline system had been secured, but the aft system was operating. The explosion on the hangar deck lit up the fuel tanks on the aircraft, and gasoline vapour explosion devastated the deck. Only two crewmen survived the fire on the hangar deck. The explosion also jumbled aircraft together on the flight deck above, causing further fires and explosions.
724 men were killed that day and 265 wounded. Many survivors jumped overboard, being certain the ship was doomed. She wasn't; the firefighters incredibly managed to save her, but she was so badly damaged she never sailed again.
I also did some research of the peculiar clothing. It appears that is the US Navy work outfit. Instead of the "Donald Duck" costume, the work uniform is jeans and blue shirt. The camouflage of the aircraft - blue - was correct for the US navy aircraft of that time, and the individual plane numbers and the aircraft carrier logo was painted white.
Was I onboard USS Franklin that fateful day? In my current life I am an active sailor and I absolutely love the sea. I knew various rigs, sailplans and ship types already in my childhood, and I have spent my holidays at the sea as long as I remember. I also have a keen interest on flying.
Or am I just tapping some kind of collective consciousness and experiencing someone other's memories?
My pseudonym is Azure, and I am fairly frequent poster in the Near-Death Experience Foundation (http://www.nderf.org) - past life memories and near-death experiences are the two sides of the coin. In this life I am a female engineer living in Finland.
But I have had a nasty dream - a lucid dream.
I am male, and I am working onboard an aircraft carrier. It is war, and we are preparing the aircraft for the mission.
I am not wearing a Donald Duck outfit; instead I am wearing jeans, blue shirt and a baseball cap. The hangar is full of propeller planes. They are all blue and have white numbers and markings.
It is hot and sweatty. We are attaching bombs and ammunition on the planes, and pumping aviation gasoline in the planes' tanks. It is an "organized chaos" as we prepare the planes for a mission.
Suddenly, there is a rumble and a horrible explosion. A living hell erupts. The ship is under air attack, and is hit. The mighty ship turns into a blazing inferno.
The newly equipped planes catch fire and explode one by one. The bombs, ammunition, gasoline. Everything is in fire. The temperature is hellish. Men are fried alive. The burning gasoline spills all around. I am hit. I am burning. I burn.
There is a large aperture used to ventilate the hangar. Somewhere down there is the sea. My clothes are on fire; I know I will die soon. The ship is doomed.
I jump in the sea, burning. I rather would drown than burn alive.
Then I wake up, shivering, sweatting. My spouse said I was like having seen a ghost. And I had. I somehow remember number "13" was connected to the dream and the ship I was on.
We decided to do searching. We did Google search on "aircraft carrier 13".
USS Franklin, an Essex class aircraft carrier, code name CV-13, was hit by a kamikaze 19 March 1945. The ship was hit by the bomb the kamikaze plane was carrying, which penetrated the deck and exploded inside the ship. At the time she was struck, Franklin had 31 armed and fueled aircraft warming up on her flight deck. The hangar deck contained 22 additional planes, of which 16 were fueled and five were armed. The forward gasoline system had been secured, but the aft system was operating. The explosion on the hangar deck lit up the fuel tanks on the aircraft, and gasoline vapour explosion devastated the deck. Only two crewmen survived the fire on the hangar deck. The explosion also jumbled aircraft together on the flight deck above, causing further fires and explosions.
724 men were killed that day and 265 wounded. Many survivors jumped overboard, being certain the ship was doomed. She wasn't; the firefighters incredibly managed to save her, but she was so badly damaged she never sailed again.
I also did some research of the peculiar clothing. It appears that is the US Navy work outfit. Instead of the "Donald Duck" costume, the work uniform is jeans and blue shirt. The camouflage of the aircraft - blue - was correct for the US navy aircraft of that time, and the individual plane numbers and the aircraft carrier logo was painted white.
Was I onboard USS Franklin that fateful day? In my current life I am an active sailor and I absolutely love the sea. I knew various rigs, sailplans and ship types already in my childhood, and I have spent my holidays at the sea as long as I remember. I also have a keen interest on flying.
Or am I just tapping some kind of collective consciousness and experiencing someone other's memories?