Here is a very personal story of mine that may fit what you are talking about.
This had to have happened 23-24ish years ago.
I was at a friends house when my (at-the-time) girlfriend called me. I had a roommate at the time who had a severe thing for my girlfriend. He had
gotten drunk that night and decided since he couldn't have her he was going to kill himself when he heard me come home. He had found my pistol and was
going to use it. He was going to kill himself in my bedroom.
Now I know this was a stupid thing to do, I should have called the police and yadda, yadda, yadda, but I really couldn't involve the police and I just
had a feeling this was the path I was supposed to take. Kids don't try this at home.
Now I was already living in a house that was not so restful and I didn't want his energy to add to it. So I snuck home and had my girlfriend keep him
on the phone. When he was distracted I rushed him and managed to disarm him.
It was during that rush and struggle for the gun where things felt weird to me. It was a standard revolver and loaded with hollow point shells. It was
just a .22 though, but he had the hammer cocked back and it had a hairpin trigger because it was originally my mother's pistol and she had very little
Time certainly did slow down, just like they show it in the movies. To this day I can still see it in slow motion in my head, how I push his arm away
and twist the gun out of his hand and how I put my thumb in between the hammer and the gun.
But there was one instant where he drunkenly jerked up right at the beginning when he heard/saw/felt me rush him and that barrel was pointed point
blank at my chest, before I could knock his arm to the side and jerk the gun away. I remember some feeling of energy surrounding me at that very
moment -- and then things worked out, time sped back up.
He wasn't my roommate after that (but that's neither here nor there).
During that one instant though, I feel like I died. Or that I should have died (I can't tell which). I've always felt like my life was out of sorts
though, from that point on. I still feel that way, like I don't belong, like I am out of time. I've never been able to keep decent track of time since
then though. I easily lose track of minutes, hours, days, years.
I had a very good memory up until then too, it was practically eidetic - school was easy for me. From that point on though, memories seemed fuzzy and
have always been in some kind of fog in my head. As I've gotten older it feels like that fog has spread through my head and lots of things have gotten
fuzzier. Time seems more distorted to me too. I get quite a bit of 'I thought he was dead, I seem to remember...'
I remember things wrongly all the time (maybe I'd just getting senile) and strong feelings of deja vu. I mean things I'd have swore on a stack of
bibles and I was absolutely positive of. Street names, places where things have been kept, birth years for people, birthdays, etc. All sorts of
things. It seems to have gotten worse as I've gotten older and felt more disconnected from things.
So I've always felt I was protected that day, but that something big changed and I've paid some kind of price for it. I don't know if my experience
quite qualifies, but though all the fuzziness and fog in my head, I always seem to remember that one event so clearly out of everything and it's not
the only dramatic event that occurred in my life. But that is one is in Hi-Def compared to the rest which aren't. lol.
edit on 20-8-2013 by
Thanatos0042 because: Spelling is the debil!