I’ve had some stuff in the past I’ve felt responsible for...knowing someone would get cancer, knowing someone would die in a car crash, seeing someone get hit by a car after spending days knowing they would die (I wasn’t physically there when he got hit but “saw” it and saw who he was with at the time)
One time I woke up inside of someone else’s body and experienced him drowning from his own point of view. I was helpless to stop it although I tried, he couldn’t “hear” me but I could feel him.
Witnessed a car crash from the back seat of a car that I wasn’t in (I was asleep on the couch).
Experienced what it’s like to suicidally walk along the tracks and not flinch while the train comes rolling up laying on the horn. Happened two blocks from where I lived at the time but I briefly thought I was them then snapped out of it as I could hear the train laying on the brakes.
Another time I dazed out and experienced someone else being ground to bits by an industrial machine.
So honestly I have quite a bit of guilt about it. Especially the guy I knew days before would die and the “voices” were telling me to save him and even told me he was important for the future of humanity and after a while of resisting even tried to get me to jump out a window and run in the actual direction from my place where he ended up dying...that one was over a decade ago and still haunts me.
All those things aren’t just things I saw. They all panned out in real life.
Like they were verifiable and some were people I knew and some were people others close to me knew or were acquainted with so the stories got back to me later after the visions.
And then now I have the same weird feeling like...was THIS ONE the dream or was THIS ONE the reality?
But also at least I’m impartial to Branson’s death because from what I learned in the dream and how many people he’s hurt with his sick ego I actually woke up hating him and want him to die. Though that might be the flight controllers rage and might wear off.
Ugh anyway thanks for listening I don’t have anyone to talk to about this shit and usually just get called crazy.