I was 6. Doctors were baffled (even back then) I was in quarantine and gone for a week. Doctors told my parents I wouldn't make it. My temperature was too high for too long so they were waiting for me to die.
In my reality a nurse walked me into a room in a hospital. She settled me in the bottom bed and she left. There was a boy on the top bunk. We talked for awhile. It was very peaceful, he was very friendly. After awhile I asked him where I was and he said at a hospital. I asked how long will I be here he said until they decide where you are going. I looked over and there were two doors in the room. The door the nurse brought me in through and another but didn't know what it was.

After some time, the nurse came back and said "honey, come with me its time to go". I took her hand and we walked through the door on the right. After walking through the door I was immediately back in my body. It was cold, dark, wet and heavy. I was laying in a hospital bed in a room I had never seen. This nurse walks though the door and I looked at her and she screamed "doctor she's alive". This scared the crap out of me. I figured I was in a bad dream but I wasn't. I was back here. I spend the next several days trying at night to get out of my bed so I could go back to the room with that boy in it, but I was unable to walk for several days and they kept me locked up pretty good.

Fast forward several decades. The same boy came to me in a dream and told me about an accident that was going to happen and it did. Not sure who the boy was. I could say just in my head until he accurately predicted an exact day in the future that a boating accident would occur. I couldn't have known that. I saw him one more time but wasn't asleep. He came do me when my father died. Still not sure who he is. I asked him his name and he said it was David. I said, oh, I was hoping for something more mystical....lol