My mother was in boarding school in the 40's during the war and she was engaged. She woke up one night screaming that he had been "shot down"...he was a pilot. Not long after, she received the dreaded telegram saying his plane had been shot down (over Germany I think).I do. My grandson at around age 2 or so used to have nightmares about "his plane being shot down." He used words that he had no way of knowing at his age like "cockpit" and "eject." He was never allowed to watch anything on tv but cartoons and there was no Internet. One time my daughter called me and said that he got up that morning and asked for a poached egg. She was taken aback because she had never made him a poached egg in his 2 year old life. He said, "It's easy. Just make it in one of those little round things in a pan of water." She told me, "Mom, I don't even own an egg poacher!"
As much as I believe reincarnation is real, I truly hope it's not. I really don't want to be reborn into this world like it is now.
Fast forward to 20 years later, she was married to my dad and my "little" brother was building model planes and rigging them to get set on fire and shot down with a firecracker inside to facilitate the explosion. I later found a letter he had written to the German government to ask if anyone by his name had flown a plane in WW2.
I believe he came back right away to try to get close to my mother once again!