My New Rifle

This is the latest experience I've had in a while. I'm an avid gun collector and I'm mostly interested in older guns that are pre 1960s and Military Surplus rifles. A few months ago I bought a Mosin Nagant M91 rifle made in 1894 and arsenal repaired in 1916. So it more than likely saw service in the Russian-Japanese War and World War I. Probably during the Russian Civil war that took place after World War I. When I got it home, I took it apart and cleaned off all the old dust and grease. I do have a gun safe but usually when I get a rifle I leave it in my room for a few weeks and look it over for any markings I may have missed. I have gun racks in my room from before I bought the safe and usually leave my latest acquisition on the top most rack.

One night when I went to bed, I remember waking up and seeing a man dressed in old clothes. It looked like he had on civilian clothes with a WWI style hat. He also had a mustache with little curls at each end that is what really stood out. He made eye contact with me then looked over at the gun rack and smiled. He then walked over to the gun rack, picked up the rifle and sat down on a stool in front of my closet. I have realistic dreams like this sometimes and thought this was one of them so I just went back to bed. The next morning I woke up and my new rifle was resting against my dresser by my closet. I don't have a history of sleep walking or anything like that so I knew it couldn't have been me.

A week or so later I decided to put it in the gun safe in the laundry room with the others. One night when I was up late in my rec room [I have a semi-finished basement, most is a rec room the front part is the laundry room] I had just finished watching a TV show and decided to sleep on the day bed in the rec room being too tired to walk upstairs. As I'm dozing off I hear the handle on my gun safe try to open. I lock it and turn the handle so it makes the dial hard to turn. We had just got a new cat that likes to sleep on top of the safe, I thought she was trying to jump up. I got out of bed and walked over to the laundry room and turned on the light. Nothing was in there, no cats in the litter box or on the safe, nothing. At this point I calmly said aloud that I understand how you can be connected to this rifle, and that I would take excellent care of it and you are welcome to visit it when you want as long as you don't bother anyone or scare anyone. Then I went on the computer and translated what I said to Russian, printed it out and taped it to my safe. Since then I have had no further experiences.

I'm not looking for answers, I just wanted to share this story. Being a former Soldier myself I find it amazing how deep a connection this old Soldier must have had with his rifle almost a hundred years ago.