What is something that happened to you that you can't explain?

A cold winter night about 25 years ago, driving on a quiet country road and seeing a bright light in the sky nearby moving erratically over a farm field owned by Owen Wilson's grandmother. It was about 20 degrees outside and I remember seeing the light go up and down, back and forth, and zoom away then return far more quickly than any aircraft I'm aware of. I was alert without any spirituous, inhaled, or ingested mood- or perception-altering substances onboard. I hadn't been paying attention to the time but knew it was about 8 pm. I woke up on the side of the road with the sunroof open and the engine off about 8:45 about half-a-mile from where I'd seen the lights. Yes, I was cold.

Momentarily my pussy stopped stinking.

Do you feel you had been anally probed r1?

A Turkish brute in an Amsterdam sauna,

Ok. This morning. Spookiest thing that ever happened to me. I just finished something on the computer in my office and stood up to take a break. I could here some strange tapping in the house. I walked out of my office and down the small hall to the stairs. The tapping was coming from our guest bedroom, catty-corner to my office. I look in and see that one of the shades is tapping. The metal weight (Ikea shade) that runs along the bottom is swinging so that it taps the right corner, then the left corner in perfect rhythm like a metronome. Tap tap tap tap. The shade next to it on the other window is still. I touch the heater, there is no heat (normal it's not on). There is no opening, no draft. It does this for a good 10 minutes. No slowing down, no deceleration (hello physics?). Just tap tap tap. I filmed it. I left the room for about 5 minutes, came back to film again and as I was filming, the shade slowed down slightly, then got sucked close to the window pane and came to a halt. I got spooked. The only "rational" explanation I could think of is it's a dark brown shade and the sun was hitting it directly and maybe there was some sort of Crookes radiometer effect happening. I've had those shades for 5 years now at least. First time I think it happened. I work from my home, so I'm in my office every day. I got so spooked I wondered how my mom or my sister were doing, since they spend the most time there, and they are so far away. They're fine though, they're actually together at my mom's house now. They sent a Snap. Just really, WTF ?

R3

No. It was totally a one-off. When I came to I wasn't tired and nothing has happened since to make me think I was interfered with in any way. No bruises, soreness, altered thoughts or intergalactic trash left at the scene.

I was trying to be a DL bitch but you have won me over with your earnestness, r6. I actually witnessed a UFO when I was 13, but nothing weird happened to me.

I was molested.

Very close friend, “gay mother” and roommate died an agonizing death from AIDS in ‘97. He was terrified of dying. About a year before he’d given me a gift certificate to a restaurant. When I brought a friend to eat there, the moment I mentioned my roommates name at the table- the lit candle snuffed out.

We laughed at the coincidence, yet....

Every single dinner date I went on over the years afterwards, at some point the votive candle would go out, like he was telling me the guy I was with was no good. One time I knelt to pick up a fork from the floor and when I got back again up the candle was already out, no telltale after smoke, etc. and I absolutely freaked out on my date, poor guy.

Another time when I was working for a bunch of shady people, there was a holiday party and we all went out for a smoke. When we came back in, every single candle in the room was blown out. The waiters denied putting them out.

Happily married four years now and can say the candles never went out again. Thanks for the warnings and I love you, John!

When I was ten, I visited Versailles with my family. I wandered off in the garden at one point because the English language tour wasn't going to start for several minutes and my mother had found some poor soul to torture with her constant ramblings. When I returned for the tour, I asked what was the film they were making. I was told there was no film. I wanted to know, then, who were all the people in period dress. The tour guide called someone over and we were escorted to an office where I was asked to give a detailed description of what I had seen. We were then given a private tour. Nobody mentioned ghosts, but...

r10, your experience sounds like the Trianon Adventure.

One night some 40 years ago, a group of us—five or six people—were standing in front of my house, saying goodbye to some friends who were getting into their car to leave. In my peripheral vision I caught momentary sight of a HUGE object in the sky that seemed to hover and then shot away. I was stunned.

"Did you see that?" I asked.

"Yes,"said my aunt, "but I wasn't going to say anything because no one would have believed me."

No one else had seen anything, yet my description of this whatever-it-was tallied exactly with my aunt's. To this day I have no idea what it was.

Very odd, R5. Is it possible to post the film you took?

It was Christmas 1996 and I awoke to find a hand written note on the kitchen staircase. My daughter had been kidnapped and held for ransom. Totally unbeknown to me, she was in the basement the whole time!

To this day I cannot explain what happened.

Donald Trump was elected as my president.

We got an Arlo camera system installed in the back and front. I woke up one morning and it had alerted about 12:30 AM. in the back, I didn't see anything, but then I heard a very faint "hello." Now the weird thing is I back up to a treeline, then a wall after that and then the highway. I watched it again over and over listening for the hello, which was creepy enough and then I showed it to a friend and she said "what is that?" In the sliding glass door I seen the reflection of two eyes about human height, glowing bright and you hear hello and the eyes just turn away. It was fucking creepy.

Nothing spooky has ever happened to me. And I am totally fine with that.

That gave me the chills, R16.

I was in NJ asleep. I woke up and sat up suddenly in bed. Apparently my mother had just died in MD.

About 20 years ago, my partner at the time and I lived with his elderly mother until she passed.The night after her funeral, we were in bed watching the TV news at a low volume, both of us kind of drifting off to sleep and feeling sad that she was gone. Out of the clear blue, I hear what distinctly sounded like her calling my partner from her bedroom. I sort of shot up in bed. I asked my partner, "Did you hear that?" He was upright as well and said "Uh-huh." By the way we are both atheist skeptics.

R11, oddly, this happened in August of 1971. Otherwise, I do not remember any specifics that match The Trianon Adventure. Certainly, nobody spoke to me.

Ghosts and spirits are a fact of life. Nothing creepy about them. The only issue I have with them is that they could grab a broom and mop sometimes to help out a little, but do they ever? NOOOOOO! Freeloaders all of them.

I suspect the Trianon adventure was just lesbian drama carried too far. I do believe your story, though, R10!

I was away at a summer camp at a university and was walking across campus going to lunch when a bunch of dogs came out of nowhere and started jumping around me. When I got back to my residence hall, I had a message to call home. When I did I found out that my dog had passed away around the same time those dogs showed up. I was at the University for a month and never saw those dogs again.

The other was when I was young and my grandfather passed away. At his house he had a thing about making sure all the bedroom doors were shut. My family was at the Wake but us kids were at the house all downstairs and we heard a noise. We had been running up and down the stairs in and out of the bedroom so the doors are open when we left however when we went back up they were all shut including a sliding door one that's hard to close.

A glitch in the matrix R21, aka a time slip.

There have been very credible stories of the voices of dead relatives...as if they might be hanging around. I believe that sometimes they are, so if you feel like talking to a dead relative, talk away.

Living in NYC. Back in the UK, an elderly neighbour was ill. A fortnight later I sat up bolt upright in bed at 3 am when a voice said clearly to me "Colin Baker is dead". I wondered about it, went back to sleep and called home 4 hours later as I was leaving for work. Yes, Colin had died at 3 am my time.

I have a very active imagination and was sitting on the toilet taking a dump (in my early 20’s) while I imagined being back in high school sitting at the lunch table and my friends talking about green shits. I told them I had only seen green poop 💩 in my toilet bowl twice in my life.

When I stood up, I had just dropped a green poop.

You can’t make this shit up. Literally and figuratively. I’ve always remembered it as one of the top 3 biggest coincidences of my life.

The scat troll has arrived.

I was working at a hospital and my budget was tight. I had made a mistake in my check book and I didn't know how I could come up with the money to pay my rent. I told no one about my worry. In my check the next week, the extra money I needed showed up in my check. My boss had given me part of my vacation time. I ask her why she did that and she said she had no idea. I was glad to have the money but how did that happen?

My female Boxer died in 2003 aged 10. During her lifetime, she killed once - a small mouse. I'd heard her making a ruckus downstairs, and by the time I went down to investigate, I saw the mouse laying on the living room floor twitching. She'd broken it's back. Within just a few days of her death, I was laying in bed watching tv when I noticed the tiniest face of a mouse peaking out from behind the tv stand. It just stared at me and we locked eyes. I got up and it ran and hid somewhere. Next night, same thing. I put a mouse trap next to where I'd seen it peaking out at me, first tried cheese, then peanut butter, then a hot dog. It never went near it. Again and again I saw that tiny little face peeking out at me from behind the tv stand until I saw it no longer.

My male Boxer died in 2010, aged seven. During his lifetime, he killed just once - he ran off as I was putting him on the chain out back as he spotted a cat in the yard. He chased the cat around the front of the house and ran it into an oncoming car. I saw it as I ran after him, and he very nearly missed being run over himself. Again, within days of his death a small kitten started hanging out on my porch. Day after day it was there until I didn't see it again. Strangest part was that it had the same small dime sized white patch on the right side of it's neck as my dog had.

Did you bury your dogs' victims in the pet sematary, r31?

No. The mouse was dead so I threw it into a trash can outside. The cat was also dead, so I placed it into a heft bag and put it with the trash as it was being collected in the morning. The little mouse was interesting because it had to have climbed the stairs to get to my bedroom - quite an effort. Both situations cause me to pause, and admittedly I thought of reincarnation.

My international fame —

This pales in comparison to the tales that other people here have told, but bear with me. My cat is NOT an affectionate animal. Not at all. Lovely, sweet, enjoys being around me, but physical affection and closeness are not her jam. She does not like being picked up, she does not snuggle, she will sleep in bed next to me but as far away from me as possible.

Suddenly, not long ago, I found her crawling on me in the middle of the night, every night, and kneading my midsection and then settling down on me; I got blood tests done and found my liver enzymes were elevated to an astounding degree. She then began doing this to my lower abdomen; I found out that I had a major infection in that area.

Is she an intuitive healer? Do cats do this?

Very interesting, R35. Similar stories are not unheard of. Did you know that some dogs can sniff out cancer?

One magical Saturday night this summer at a Madrid bathhouse I got rammed crazy by two hung sexy studs.

Can’t explain why they picked me out of all the hotties in the place (anyone who’s been to a Paraíso on a Sat night/Sun morning knows how packed the place is with crazy attractive guys).

Also can’t explain how I took both 8x6 and 9x6 of them.

Will remember that night until the day I die.

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[quote]The cat was also dead, so I placed it into a heft bag and put it with the trash

This is what trash does.

Trash also posts that immensely unfunny “sure, jan”. Blocked.

I was kidnapped by aliens, but couldn't remember what exactly happened. But every time I farted, my ass turned into a blowtorch.

For the dog story posters - I had a mutt from the time I was little until I moved away to LA. My mom would call me and tell me the dog was blind, the dog was deaf and she wanted to put it down but I pleaded with her not too. I came home for christmas and it broke my heart. My dog was old, she was blind, deaf, could hardly get up.. I bathed her and brushed her, she could smell me and was wagging her tail I as I took care of her. I took her to the vet on Christmas eve and had her put down quietly. I held her until she died. I told my mom it was the best present she could have given me. I flew home to LA. It was late when I got to my condo, I pulled into the garage. As the gate closed, a dog ran in, right up to me, she jumped up on me and looked in my eyes. I saw my dog. I took her upstairs. I bathed her, fed her, she slept at the foot of my bed. I went to the local shelter no one reported her missing,. I put up signs, no one claimed her. I still have her.

I was about to be kidnapped by aliens but my neighbor Mrs. Parkinson stopped the whole thing by standing on the hood of a Buick and saying "He's not ready." This all happened in our garage, hence the Buick. You can choose to believe this or you can dismiss it out of hand.

The other day before dusk, I heard a loud plane fly overhead from West to East. I looked up and didn't see a plane. I looked around and still couldn't see it, but I could hear it as it continued going over the city. There were hardly any clouds, I should have been able to see it.

It happened this morning again. I heard a loud plane flying East and couldn't see it. There was a little cloud cover overhead, but the area the sound was going towards was clear, I should have seen it.

R42, that's a beautiful story.

Really interesting, R35. The more I hear about animal intuition it just blows my mind.

(R13) I'll try, but I've never posted a picture or video here so give me some time (I'm more à lurker, this thread brought me out because it happened today).

[quote]The cat was also dead, so I placed it into a heft bag and put it with the trash as it was being collected in the morning.

That kitty deserved a grave.

[quote]It happened this morning again. I heard a loud plane flying East and couldn't see it. There was a little cloud cover overhead, but the area the sound was going towards was clear, I should have seen it.

They make invisible planes now.

This happened to me years ago, and it frightened the crap out of me. It was around 1PM when I suddenly had a huge feeling of dread, like something horrible was about to happen (earthquake, nuclear bomb about to go off, etc.). There was the faintest rattle of the windows (like when a large truck rolls by). Then every single car alarm in the neighborhood went off. There was no sound, no anything else. Just that terrible feeling of dread, the little rattle and the cars going off.

Years later I tried figuring out what that was and the closest thing I came was maybe a sonic boom. The problem is that there were no reports of any military exercises going on at the time, so it still remains a mystery.

I grew up in Alaska and was adopted by another family. Not that I didn't have one of my own, but the mother in this other family was like my adopted mom. She and I grew really close, so close that I called her Momma. She was the first person I ever told I was gay...

Anyway, I moved out of state to California, then Oregon and she moved to Nevada. Not too soon after her move, she was diagnosed with ALS - a rapid version. She and I talked, and I got to see her. My work sent me on a trip to the Middle East. I was busy with work, and dropped into my hotel bed at night. One night I was dreaming like normal when all of the sudden my dream totally changed. It was me, her, and her daughter standing in her old house back in Alaska. I looked around, and she smiled so big at me, then started crying. She said, "I'm going to miss you so much."

The dream was so real, so vivid, that I woke myself up crying. It was 3:15am local time. I got up and went for a walk to clear my head, then went to work. At the end of the workday, I got an email from Momma's daughter asking me to call. Momma had died at 3:30am my time, so 15 minutes after my dream. Funny thing was, when her daughter said, "Momma died," I said that I already knew. We were both crying, and she said, "Dammit, she came to say goodbye, didn't she?"

LMAO, no fuckin American goes for a stroll at 3:15 am in the Middle East.

Nice try, toots.

R52 Have you ever been to Abu Dhabi? It's like New York.

But honestly I don't fucking care if you believe me or not. It's my special connection with a person that I loved dearly, and you and your attitude can't take that away.

[R51] My dad tells me the same thing happened to my aunt. She had a visitation from my grandfather, who appeared to say goodbye. Someone later appeared with a telegram, and before deliverer could deliver the news, she told him she knew.

My Dad was having a lot of problems. I went to The Vatican and prayed for Him to find peace. That night in my small Rome Hotel, I woke Up and screamed DADDY. That's the Moment he died.

I was walking down Royal St. In the French Quarter. I passed the old Hove perfume Shop, I saw in the window, a woman In Colonial or Victorian nightdress holding a candle. My friend was a waiter, he said he just Saw something. I asked for his order pad. We both wrote the same description Of said apparition.

A friend from high school's 18 year old son had gone missing. I went to help with the search. I "knew" where he was but kept it to myself in fear of being thought of as a lunatic. The next day, the search team and search dogs found his body , 50 feet from where I "knew" he was. I have no idea how long he had been there or how long he had been deceased; but I regret every day of my life not telling them, even if it would have made me look like a raving lunatic. I always wonder if I would have spoken up if he would still be alive. (And my friend, his dad, was killed a few months later. He was drunk and walked in front of traffic. And who could blame him.)

When my best friend and I were roommates, he would drive me crazy with his odd habits, such as leaving the pantry doors, cupboards and kitchen and bathroom drawers open. I couldn't figure out why he simply couldn't close them like they should be, but that was just one of his eccentricities. A few days after he died, I returned home from work to find the cupboard door above the stove wide open. At first, I chalked it up to maybe a draft or the house settling as having popped the door open, but when I headed for the bathroom and found the top drawer open, that's when I got creeped out. I don't leave things open like that, so I had no other explanation except maybe... 👻

I stoped at a roadside tavern I'd never seen before on a backwoods country road. I noticed the man sitting next to me at the bar was not particularly attractive.

Three beers later, HE WAS!

When I dream of raw meat, somebody I know has died. Or, at least, when I remember dreaming of raw meat.

The first one I remember was the night before 8th grade started. The dream awakened me three times. When I went downstairs, I found my parents and my sister red-eyed and catatonic. My sister's fiancé was killed in a motorcycle crash on his way home from our house.

I awoke one morning having dreamed of raw meat. The phone rang while I was showering, so I didn't hear it. But my mom left a message to say that my great-grandmother died that morning.

I had similar dreams when both grandmothers died, too.

The creepiest one was while I was in Seattle for a weekend a couple years ago. I woke up that Saturday morning and told my husband that somebody died, since I dreamed of raw meat. But I didn't hear about anybody I knew having died, so after a while I forgot about it. Then an alumni magazine came in the mail that fall and in reading the obituaries, I learned that my senior year roommate died that summer. He died the Saturday we were in Seattle.

Are you a scientologist, r59? Because L Ron Hubbard labelled people who are not scientologists “raw meat.”

Wonderful story R42.

I had a cousin who died about a decade ago. Starting from almost the moment she died I began seeing her name everywhere -- and it is not a super common name. It is very old-fashioned. A few nights ago, it happened right after I was talking about her to someone else. I am also pretty sure I once read an article about gravestones -- about people who were too poor to have them -- she did not have a gravestone-- and her name was the name on the gravestone in the magazine. Once I was nervous in a waiting room and her name was called out -- it was another patient's name, but I felt like it was her saying I would be okay. (And I was.) Numerous other relatives have died and I have never heard their names over and over like this. Unlike the other relatives, hers was a sudden death and there was no closure between us, and we were very close. Around the time/day she died, I woke up out of a dream screaming uncontrollably. I am convinced that was when she was dying. I am a borderline atheist/agnostic but now I believe SOMETHING IS OUT THERE.

[quote]She said, "I'm going to miss you so much."

Oh man, that choked me up a little bit r51.

My dad died on Dec 26th 2014. The next day there was a completely black picture on my iPhone which I hadn't touched & it was taken on Dec 26th 2014.

When I was twelve, my mother took me to see "Mame."

This one is hours old:

I was listening to a Choose Your Own Adventure radio broadcast, and hanging out in an online chat room. The CYOA narration ended early owing to the host being sick, so the host aired some mp3s from his personal collection, synthy and electropop. I mentioned I'd heard of a band called Chemtrails from the radio show I heard on another station the day before, a participant in the chat room searched online for the band, only he dropped the last letter, and came across a band called Chemtrail with a song "Choose Your Own Adventure.' None of us had heard of the band Chemtrail before.

One morning, almost exactly four years ago (I suppose if you look at 52 weeks in one year it WAS exactly four years ago) apropos of apparently nothing I obsessively played with the question which of the grandchildren from my mom's parents would die first. We ranged in age of 35 to 58, seventeen of us. Although I participate in several dead pools I never had my thoughts get that dark. The thought lingered until the phone rang and my sister-in-law called me from Japan to let me know my brother had died unexpectedly. (my brother was on the younger side, 11th of 17)

R52 Only a “fuckin American” who has never left their square state would say something as stupid as that.

Get a passport, you fuckin American, and explore the world. You’ll be surprised at what you’ll find.

It's interesting how many of these synchonicities are tied to strong bonds, to a profound love. Maybe that's an energy that moves on. The kind that finds each other afterward through a shared, energetic pull. A bond built through life.

This happened in Chicago when I was like 6 or 7. The house we lived in had these big picture windows off of the living room and the kitchen. One day my mother and I were watching TV in the evening and my mom just froze. She kept glancing at the window and told me not to look. Of course, I did.... And there was a man, standing in the window staring at us. It wasn't like he was casing the house or trying to see if it was worth breaking in... He was deliberately watching us. He was just staring at us and we were staring at him. Then, he slowly turned around and walked away It was so eerie

[quote]r65 When I was twelve, my mother took me to see "Mame."

#SheKnew

I 💓 r42.

I was a kid at school in the UK when the Dunblane school massacre happened. In those days no-one had mobile phones etc and we heard about it as I recall because one kid went home for lunch and came back and told people they had heard on the radio that this terrible thing had happened.

We were in a science class I think when the kid told us and I got a weird feeling and out of nowhere, the name or names “Mayer, Meyer, Mayor” were running through my head. I couldn’t settle on how to say or spell it and I couldn’t explain why I started thinking of it.

Later the news reported that the teacher who died with, and trying to defend her students, was Gwen Mayor — but I saw that a couple of papers misspelled her name as Mayer or Meyer initially.

R48 You do know that most euthanized pets at your local veterinarians are sent for rendering i.e. to be turned into pet food? The stuff in tins and pouches?

You didn't by chance "know" where he was because you killed him, right r56? Be honest.

Couple of machine operators with earth moving equipment building a road on,my farm. I drive up to see how it was progressing, and their cars are parked at the entrance. One guy is on lunch break. in his car and I salute him. I walk 60 m towards the other machine which to my eyes is manoeuvring onto a ditch, the arm is lowered and the bucket rests on the ground. I see the driver exit and step behind the machine. Thinking he's relieving himself, I wait a minute or so before walking down to the digger. No sign of him. Figure he's headed into the woods to do a number 2. Still no sign of him. I inspect the work done and leave. As I reach both cars, the guy I was looking for gets out of his car and walks towards me. I ask how he managed to get up there and he said he's been having his lunch in his car and had seen my pass his car when I arrived. I told him what I had seen-he felt the engine covering and it was cold. The distance form care to machine was a straight 200 m. I'm convinced that I had stepped into some time warp or seen a replay of a recent event. Still cannot explain it.

R74 Many vets located near their state's animal lab will hefty-bag the carcasses and once or twice a week take them to the lab, toss the bags onto the loading dock where they are then placed in a cremation chamber which is also used for disposal of zoo animals, race horses and other mammals which are necropsied to determine cause of death.

[quote][R48] You do know that most euthanized pets at your local veterinarians are sent for rendering i.e. to be turned into pet food? The stuff in tins and pouches?

That is absolute bullshit.

R77 Indeed that does occur but there's another side too.

I was having a cramp in my legs and figured walking to the theater would ease it. When the movie finished, I could barely stand up. I figured the 10 minute walk home would help stretch it. When I got home I heard the voicemail that my brother had just gotten out of serius surgery for his lower back. I walked the half hour to visit him and the pain slid away the closer I got to the hospital. When I met my brother, he was happy the pain in his back and leg was completely gone! Before he could tell me where exactly the pain was, I pointed at two spots on my own leg-one like a crescent under the knee, and the other below the calf. He was amazed.

When I got home and was laying on the couch, I felt a firm flutter go up both my knees, then stop. I called his hospital room. He had gotten up and out of the bed, and I felt the edge of the bed several miles away when he did.

I was about 15 or 16, so this would have been late 90s. I had just gotten into bed and turned the lights off, and while I was laying there, I started hearing noises in my room that sounded distinctly like someone walking around. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, I tuned the lights on but didn't see anything. Then I noticed behind me, above my bed's headboard were three fresh drops of blood on the wall, equidistant from each other. I screamed for my parents, they couldn't explain it and told me to go back to bed. OK, sure! I never had another incident, and I'm not that finely in tune with the supernatural. My mother claimed she saw ghosts and apparitions, and that there was a shadow figure that followed her from our last house to the house we were in when that happened so I always attributed it to that. Spookiest supernatural incident that happened to me personally.

Many years ago, while researching my family tree, had a series of strange events surrounding a great-great grandmother. I had looked previously for any information on her, finding only a one line funeral notice in the old newspaper (on film) 'Mrs. Smith's funeral will be at 10 a.m. Friday'. It made me furious, because she had a first name, was a person, deserved more than that.

Anyhow, months go by, and I was back at the library looking through old newspaper reels for another family member (totally different branch of family). I couldn't find anything on them. My notebook fell open to the page with the g-g grandmother. I noticed that the reel included dates up to her date of death. Not every newspaper was included, very 'broken' dates; this was more of a weekly, neighborhood type of paper. There were many blank screens or partial papers. I got to the date, and I found a complete obituary for her. It contained details of her parents, when she came to the US, all sorts of great information. It also listed that she died from Bright's disease. I'd made a note to look it up to see what that was exactly.

I went back to my parents' home (was visiting and using local library while there). I picked up the daily newspaper, browsing through it before we were to go out. In one of the 'ask Doctor Jones' columns was a question on Bright's disease. I was shaken, but then thought no, it's just coincidence. I had trouble getting to sleep that night, then had a dream where I just remember the feeling of someone saying, it's ok, I'm not trying to scare you.

Fast forward many months. I was in town visiting again, and my mother said, why don't we go out to the cemetery, when the office is open, so they can direct us to the graves of some of these people? They died in late 1800's/early 1900's, in a very old part of this large cemetery. The person in the office said family A is here, family B is almost directly one row back. The rows are one way lanes that are drivable. We found family A, and I can get spooked easily at cemeteries. I was definitely spooked, wouldn't get out of the car. Mom got out and walked around. Found a lot of deceased family members going back to 1870. I said well let me pull the car around to family B (g-g grandmother was part of this group). I am driving along slowly, Mom is a good 100 yards or more away diagonally staying at family A because the office manager said they were almost back to back. I suddenly felt the need to stop the car. I looked to the right, and there was a small obelisk shaped monument - my g-g-grandfather. He got the big monument. I stopped the car and waved to my Mom to walk on down. I tentatively got out to wave to her. Immediately, I got the feeling of, 'it's ok honey, come over here', almost like I was walking into my grandma's kitchen as she was baking. Very welcoming and kind. I could go over to her grave and feel secure. I was extremely tentative if I ventured away from her. Some of her children, her parents, her brother and SIL were also nearby, but I didn't get that grandmotherly feeling anywhere but right by her grave. Never experienced anything like that before or after.

Many years ago I use to give psychic readings but I stopped. Anyhow, years later, I made an appointment to get a psychic reading with a woman who had great reviews on Yelp. The morning of the reading, I get up, get ready, and have breakfast. As I’m taking my vitamins, particularly vitamin C, I think of one reading I gave years ago to a guy and I remember he laughed because one of the first things I saw was he had taken vitamin C before he came to the psychic fair to be read. And I’m wondering if the psychic I’m seeing, as well, will pick up that I’ve taken Vitamin C before seeing her. I amused myself with this thought and thought it would be wild if it happened to me also. And it was great to be amused because I was going through a really depressing, tough time then.

Anyhow, I go to the reading, it’s goes wonderfully and I’m comforted that all the horribleness will pass and we’re ending the session and suddenly, out of the blue, she says, “You’ve taken your Vitamin C before coming today, didn’t you?”

Wow. It felt kind of like a weird circular deja vu but it did made me feel cared for.

[quote] r48 You do know that most euthanized pets at your local veterinarians are sent for rendering i.e. to be turned into pet food? The stuff in tins and pouches?

[quote]R78 That is absolute bullshit.

Then why are you afraid to eat it, YOURSELF ? ?

Answer THAT ! !

R81 that is terrifying! Tell us some of your mother's stories If you know them. Also did anything else happen after the blood on your wall?

I was sleeping soundly in my hotel room one night, and out of thr blue woke up at 4:43am with an uneasy feeling. I looked around to see if something was amiss, but nothing. So I turned over to go back to sleep when my phone rang. It was my husband. He’d just gotten into an accident where he hit a deer on his way to work, 400 miles away

Portions of this thread are reminding me of another fascinating Datalounge thread on "confounding coincidences"

[quote]r82 only a one line funeral notice in the old newspaper (on film) 'Mrs. Smith's funeral will be at 10 a.m. Friday'. It made me furious, because she had a first name, was a person, deserved more than that.

It might have had something to do with this:

A hundred years ago, whether someone was described by their full name, or had Mr./Mrs./Miss used, in a newspaper was an indicator of race. If you read that Annie Smith had been arrested, the absence of Mrs. or Miss told the reader this woman was black. If Miss or Mrs. Smith was used, the reader knew the person to be white.

Going further with that concept, I found these bits in a Washington Post article about names:

[quote]Culture and history also come into play, particularly with many African American parents. Dr. Alvin Poussaint, a psychiatry professor at Harvard Medical School and co-author of "Raising Black Children," said calling African American adults by their first name harks back to slavery and segregation. Black people were forced to use honorific titles for white people, who in turn degraded African Americans by using first names.

[quote]Poussaint recalled how Mississippi police in the 1960s made a point of calling him "Alvin" rather than "Dr. Poussaint" after asking him, "What's your first name, boy?" Many African American adults would take it as a sign of disrespect or poor upbringing if children called them anything other than "Mr.," "Mrs." or "Miss" with a surname, he said.

[quote]"It was an institutional practice to keep people in their place and demean them," Poussaint said of first names. "Black people are very sensitive to being treated with respect, particularly adults. They don't want their children to repeat something that's considered demeaning."

I had a very vivid dream of being in an urban center and congregating near a crowd of other people who were watching a tall structure burn. I jolted awake when I looked up to see a body falling from the top of the building, cartwheeling through the air and screaming.

The next day was Sept 11 2001.

I don't necessarily think I'm psychic or anything, but I'm no longer convinced time is strictly linear either.

I am not rich and famous, I simply can not explain it.

Well I guess that is something that didn't happen to me, so never mind.

Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals—the very semi-finals, mind you—of the ping-pong tournament at the club and this ghastly thing happened. We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. And we had this really terrific volley and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the ping-pong ball! I just squashed it to bits. And then Bunny and I ran to the closet of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Imagine? We had to call the whole thing off. Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.

I've never spoken of this before. I was one of JFK Jr.'s fuck-buddies. We started in on it in our teens when he would come out to Newport to visit the Auchincloss's and we got it on in the lighthouse at Hammersmith farm and down at Bailey's Beach. We'd suck and fuck all wet and salty in my family's changing rooms at Sprouting Rock. Well I'd blow him. He's say "Give me some head" and push my mouth onto his cock holding onto my head with both hands, holding and pushing my through the whole delicious routine. Sometimes he fucked me. I was sort of in love with him but he just liked the attention and getting off, and my family name.

A couple years later we picked up again at Brown but mostly at my initiative. He was only a little bit bi, and we only hooked up a couple times in Providence.

Flash forward 16 years and I was visiting my grandfather in Newport and I was having a dream about John and he kept saying "Give me some head, give me some head" and we were really wet, and I was excited, remembering the fun we had had, but then John was shouting Give me your HEAD! GIVE ME YOUR HEAD! and it was.a nightmare and we were drowning. I woke up with a boner but in a damp sweat of fear. The next day I learned he had gone down in his plane the night before. Eventually they found his decapitated body but not his head. R.I.P. John!

R88: the tradition of addressing Black adults of a certain age as Ms. or Mr. "first name" is still in use even among Black millennials. White parents have a habit of introducing us to children as young as toddlers by our first names; I smile and tell the child gently "my little friends call me Ms. Geezerett." The parents don't dare contradict me.

I have noticed the custom among Latinos as well and, of course, Southern Whites. Respect, like kindness, doesn't cost a cent.

That is a sweet story r42 but I wonder if it is true.

R88, yes that's why those parents now name their children Shaniqua and Deshawn. It conveys the upmost of respect in polite society.

Excellent story, Miss Beruta at R92. Now we just need some asians to be represented in this thread to explain their culture, we'll be all set to go.

United Colored of Benetton

Sure, R95

I have been interested in genealogy for quite a while. At one point while my father had Advanced Parkinson's disease, and we had trouble understanding what he was saying at the best of times; out of the blue, in a completely crisp, easy to understand voice, he blurted out "In your research have you ever run across the name such-and-such?" I was so startled that I didn't write down the name, so could not recall it later. My mom was there as well who was also rather stunned. When we asked him to follow up on what he said, he returned to his confused self, as though he had no idea what we were asking about.

I think Ozzy Osbourne won't be around much longer.

Did not write it down and foolishly forgot the name? Idiot.

They name their children those names...it is to show how much they hate white society and I can not blame them.

Hey R44, Senator Grassley said you will not be believed unless you have witnesses but he will not allow witnesses.

I predicted that two things would happen in my extended family, things that really bothered me. Those things happened and those things really upset me and bothered me.

I was possessed by Pazuzu.

A couple of things: I was not close to my paternal grandfather and rarely thought of him, but one Saturday night as an adult I had a vivid dream in which he came to say goodbye because he was going on a trip. The next morning, the phone rang about 10 am and it was my dad. I said "Grandpa died, didn't he?" He had. Particularly strange because we weren't close and he wasn't in bad health other than old age.

This one no one in my family can explain.

The day my dad died I went to bed in my parents' house where I was staying, but couldn't lie down. I sat on the edge of the bed, head "buzzing," for lack of a better word. After a few minutes, whatever it was compelled me to get a pen and write down the word "violets" on a piece of paper. Immediately I felt tired and went to sleep.

I showed it to my mom the next morning. It didn't mean anything to her.

Two days later, at my father's service, a basket of violets was delivered to the service with no card. We were astounded. Eventually it came out that a relative who wasn't there had called a local florist and ordered an unspecified bouquet. The florist had chosen violets for whatever reason, which is hardly a funeral bouquet. Still can't explain it.

R101. Blacks name their children all those uncommon, phonetically devised names in an attempt to get back to their African roots. Their surnames are not their own, rather they were taken from the whites who owned them generations ago. They don't know who they are.

The vast majority of North American slaves were home bred. There were a limited number of Africans shipped to North America as slaves, compared to the Caribbean and South America. Then the population was bred. The main origins were Western Africa from Senegal and Gambia River regions and Congo regions. Senegalese have lovely names but many are Muslim influenced and French influenced, which would not have been the case in precolonial Africa.

My dog died in my arms, a natural death not euthanasia, and when he died the strangest feeling shot through me, like electricity, I can't really explain. like his little soul was moving and it happened so quick. He was a good dog!

r94 - it is 100% true. When I got home our dog was 16 years old, the Vet said she was deaf, blind and had bad arthritis in her hips. We lived in a split level and there was a fireplace downstairs my mom had going constantly in the winter. The dog would just lay in front of it all day. My mom said she had to get up and check constantly if the dog was even alive because she was so motionless. Truthfully she should have been put down before I came home but I refused to believe she was as bad as my mom said. When I got home I went right down to see her. She was motionless, her fur was matted and honestly, she stunk a bit. I put my hand in front of her face so she could smell me and her tail started wagging and she came to life. She started yelping and was trying to get up. It broke my heart because I knew she was in pain. I picked her up and carried her upstairs. My mom looked at me, she knew I had accepted it. The rest you know. The funny part about the end is, I lived in the valley and in my neighborhood, there were a lot of pets. I would routinely find other people's dogs, or if I saw a loose dog I would try and get it to find out who it belonged to. When I got home that night and the dog came up to me I just assumed it was a pet in the building/neighborhood I had found before. She seemed so familiar but no color and no chip. She came right up to me, sweet as can be and followed me right to the elevator. She followed me, stood right at my side when I walked down the hall to my condo. It was crazy how well behaved she was (still is - if not for leash laws I would never need to put her on a leash). Do I think the ghost of my dog came back to life and is now my new dog? No. My old boss had a saying, right time, right place.

I woke up one night and knew my Guinea Pig was dead. Sure enough next morning she had shuffled of her mortal coil ( Old age.)

R85 She had told me that at one point while living in our second house, she had seen a figure at the top of our stairs who looked like a man in turn of the century western clothing. Went to a psychic and was told it was the spirit of an old friend of the family, a man who protected the women in the family. I guess at one point my sister woke my mother up screaming and she went in to find the ghost watching my sister. The shadow figure I was talking about, my mother said she felt the negative presence in that house and at one point she was watching TV and it appeared in front of her, then vanished. She had a bunch of other stories too, mostly involving seeing her parents after they had passed. I personally did not have any other incidents happen to me while living in that room, so I am still not sure why it happened.

I bought a house that had a shed next to it. The shed was poorly constructed by an amateur carpenter in the town. Both the front and back door never worked properly. I had to jeri-rig the front door to get it to stay closed. The back door never would close, the wood was never cut to the right size, it was physically impossible without making at least one more cut. So I gave up on it, and just let it stay open. One day I came home and discovered the back door closed all the way, with the knob in place. I asked my neighbors and the man who built it if they had come over and closed it and nobody had, or had seen anyone else. It's possible that a blast of wind could have forced the door shut, but it would have had to have been one hellacious blast. And we had no windstorm around that time. I never did figure out how that door got shut. Since then I sold the shed to a friend who came over, took it apart, moved it to his house and rebuilt it properly, on a concrete pad, and now it's a really nice storage room for him.

In 1986, I was living in Houston. My mother had died in NJ earlier that year from cancer. I was in a car on a Sunday morning, and we were on Bell St., stopped before we crossed Travis it was Sunday, there was no traffic. As soon as my friend started across Travis, I smelled my mother's perfume and heard her say, "Turn Away!". A car from seemingly nowhere smashed into the passenger side where I was sitting. The glass shattered all over me.

So these stories confirm that humans and animals have souls that survive after death.

In every newspaper that carried my birth announcement, an inexplicable "Eye of Horus" was placed near my name. One was from an advertisement where it was used as a motif. Directly aligned with my name. Another was from a museum exhibit, where the image was prominent in a story and for some reason, they ran the photo near the birth announcements and the image was next to my name. Yet another was a historical reprint of a vintage article and the image happened to be stuck next to my name. No, I wasn't born in Egypt or L.A. There was no particular trend for the motif around the time I was born.

All different papers. All ran at different times. I have the clippings in a scrapbook. When I was about seven years old, I became fixated on drawing this bird with a man's head. I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before but I just felt like drawing it. I'd draw it on scraps of paper everywhere. Then I'd have vivid dreams of being in a very dimly lit place with two candles on either side of a long black box, flickering. There was a warm, reflecting glow to the room, like the light was reflecting off gold things somewhere. There was that bird with a man's head, almost eagle-like, pilling his claws on the box. He'd stop, turn to look at me and I'd wake up.

I didn't know where this came from because my Mother was very strict with what we saw and is a devout Catholic. We didn't have TV. We weren't allowed to watch most movies. I kept trying to remember if I'd ever seen it in a fairy tale book or on something, some object a family member had. I couldn't place it.

The next year in reading classes, we started going over mythological stories. New books had been ordered and my class was the first to use them. It was the first time the edition had ever been used and I remember everyone being excited about it. When I opened to the chapter on Egyptian folklore, on the first page was that bird with a man's head that had been haunting me for a year. It was called "Ba".

I still can't figure out what that was about to this day but I really don't like it. I'm not a big fan of "Egyptology".

I have random déjà vus. Nothing earth shattering or important. Just trivial stuff that makes me pause and go "Hang on. This seems oddly familiar". Like when I walk on the street and the combination of random strangers and random cars parking and driving by is too familiar to me for some reason.

R115 Maybe you are reincarnated Egyptian royalty

R118 I want no part of that. For all the aesthetic beauty, a huge slave culture supported these empires, with aristocrats that basically harvested the energy from their people to glorify themselves. Decadent. Incestuous. Count me out.

I once had a friend I felt psychically connected. There were times when we had not seen each other in a while and all of a sudden I would start thinking about her quite a bit to the point of dreaming about her. After a few days of this, she would call me to say she was thinking about me.

When I was 19 I woke in the middle of the night to see a warm glow above my window. It was telling me over and over that everything was going to be okay. I felt like it was without a doubt my mother, who died when I was little. I felt the same feeling as if she were holding me. First time I had felt that since she died. I remember not understating why this was happening. My father woke up an hour later complaining of chest pains. He died of a heart attack that night. When the paramedics were at the house my brother said "it doesn't look good". I didn't have the hear to tell him he wasn't going to make it but I knew.

Great thread! (Kind of wish I hadn't read that Slate article about how pet food is made, but I always sort of suspected) More stories please!

I dreamed that Steve Irwin died in the ocean and 24 hours later it actually happened. It was the first of a few premonition dreams but strangely none have been about people I’ve known. Several friends and relatives have died since the first one and I didn’t experience anything prior to their deaths. Only Steve Irwin, a local reporter, and Aaron Hernandez.

Whenever I was younger especially, someone would pop into my head after not having thought about them for a long time, and then shortly after, I would find out they were gravely I’ll or had died. It got the point where I would dread it, and I somehow tuned it out or turned it off by middle school. It freaked me the fuck out.

Woke up with a start because I thought someone had loudly banged on my door. No one was there and I went back to sleep. Just a few hours later, I was woken up by loud banging on my door, it was the police looking for the previous tenant. It wasn't scary or anything but made me wonder about time, precognition, it almost felt like it was a glitch in linear time.

When I was about 17, I was on vacation with my parents and sister in Florida driving from Tampa to Orlando after dark, nothing to see really but distant lights and swamplands. Out of nowhere a bright orange light shot straight across the sky, silently and disappeared as fast as it appeared. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but a few minutes later my mom asked if anyone else saw it.

Also, growing up until they died in the late 90s, my mother's parents owned a cabin on a lake. We spent a lot of time there during the summer, and fourth of July in the 80s people went all out with fireworks over the lake. I remember one such fourth, watching the fireworks with my aunt on the dock. When they were over we just sat there in the dark talking and watching the sky. We noticed a light that we thought was a shooting star. Except it came to a dead stop in the sky, and slowing flew upwards out of sight. We noticed several of those that night. I've also seen red lights fly over the lake.

What do you think the lights are?

R128 UFOs

R88, r93, I’m a middle-aged white woman from New England. Raised to call our elders “Mister” or “Ms.” until (or if ever) they request otherwise. Particular deference shown to older black folk.

We always called my mom’s friends by their first name, but someone we didn’t know was always called by their honorific. If that felt too formal for them, they might say “oh you can call me Linda”.

Miss Scarlet and Mr Rhett

A friend was having a barbecue at his weekend house. A bunch of us started a game of Cranium. I (a woman) was partnered with the wife of another couple, and we were on the same “wavelength”. I don’t remember how the game is played exactly, but we were a team and had to work together and it was like we shared a brain. I remember having a low-level euphoric buzz when we were playing the game. The other people playing were amazed at how synchronized we were. It felt like we were on a different level of communication, much higher than just talking, and everyone else was outside of it. We won again and again and it wasn’t fun for the other teams so the game kind of fizzled out.

I saw her again at another gathering and we didn’t really say much except hello. It was like we had a one-night stand or something.

Years ago, I exited the side entrance of a shopping center in my car, facing a busing intersection - four lanes in each direction. Although four cars back from the traffic light, I saw immediately there was a little girl standing next to her bicycle about to walk her bike across the busy intersection. We locked eyes, and as soon as we did, I screamed with absolute ferocious intensity "BE CAREFUL!!!!" I screamed it inside my own head - I did not verbalize it. Again, I screamed it in my own head. That little girl, who I judged to be about nine years old, while still locked onto my eyes nodded her head at me and said "Okay."

^****facing a BUSY intersection****

r133, that reminds me of an incident I experienced. Once I was walking down the sidewalk and came upon a woman who looked me in the eyes and enthusiastically shouted "Hi John!", which happens to be my name. Her greeting was so warm and effusive that I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't remember her, so I replied "Oh hi, it's been quite a while!". That's when I heard a voice behind me say "I think she's talking to me."

^I know what I experienced. Have a great day.

Many AA names have a La in front of a normal name in that attempbto sound French so you get LaCharles, LaMarqusand even LaPrince.

R132 — That exact "wavelength" experience you described happened to me under the exact circumstances.

I was at a neighborhood get-together and the host and hostess were avid board-game players. I've never been a fan of board games. One of the other neighbors, a lady I knew well enough to say hi to when I'd see her out and about, felt the same way. Well, someone thought it would be a good idea to play [italic]Password.[/italic] The lady—let's call her Diana, because that's her name—was assigned to be my partner. The game involves one player being shown a word and then giving clues to his/her partner to figure out what the word is.

Ours was the first team to play.

The clue Diana gave me was "stasis."

"Inertia," I correctly replied.

And thus it began. Diana and I were on fire. As we were guessing each others' words, we'd look intensely at each other, and somehow that jolted us into the correct answers. And the strange thing is that while the other players were dealing with easy words like "commotion" and "fireplace," Diana and I kept drawing harder-to-define words dealing with concepts, etc., yet we slammed the game out of the park. We played 10 games in all and Diana and I won every single one. We discovered afterward that neither of us had ever played [italic]Password[/italic] before in our lives.

This connection we had was seemingly geared only to that one random incident. We still say hi to each other at the supermarket or wherever, but there is no kind of "soul mate" introspection on either of our parts.

FWIW, Diana is a happily married straight woman and I am a happily partnered gay man.

R132 and R138, these are fascinating. Did you and your psychic partner discuss this or was it just your perception?

R138 here. We joked about it at the time it was happening, and as R132 reported in her account, the other players were well aware that "something" was going on, but no one was quite sure what. We later joked about going to Las Vegas, but I'm sure if we were to exploit this "gift" it would come back and bite us in the ass. I will say, I have never had that kind of cosmic connection with anyone, yet I have virtually nothing in common with the lady in question.

In the 70’s and 80’s, we had a neighbor who would visit my mother and they would have a cup of Sanka coffee and chat. You knew that Mrs. H was there because of the smell of Sanka.

In either ‘86 or ‘87, Mrs. H was diagnosed with leukemia, had her first treatment and died within a week. The neighborhood was pretty shook up. She was really nice.

At her funeral, my Dad and I arrived a couple minutes late so we stood in the back. I swear to God I caught a whiff of Sanka coffee while we were standing there. There would have been no logical reason for me to smell coffee at that spot.

About twenty years ago a friend invited me to a book reading of a friend of hers from college. The friend from college had published her first novel and it had been quite a success. I was going to meet them both at Barnes & Noble on 6th Ave. (it’s closed down since).

I remember quite a few mundane details from that evening: that it rained a little, that I took a tab, and even what jacket and pants I was wearing. My friend was waiting for me at the bookstore, but, for example, I do not remember anything about her from that evening, while I have a clear image of the reading room, how many people were there. I remember that the writer wore a black dress and a shawl, I remember her haircut even.

After the reading the writer approached me and my friend introduced us. When the writer and I faced each other to shake hands I felt an incredibly peaceful energy flow between us, as if the alignment of our bodies created a portal and this most beautiful energy blew through us (I felt it in the chest area). It wasn’t anything romantic by the way, it was pure and light - I believe it was the energy of life.

I have never experienced anything like that since.

(A few days later I told my friend what happened and she said her writer friend felt it too.)

[quote]There would have been no logical reason for me to smell coffee at that spot.

Sounds like sensory memory.

[quote]r126 Out of nowhere a bright orange light shot straight across the sky, silently and disappeared as fast as it appeared. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but a few minutes later my mom asked if anyone else saw it.

It was probably an emergency flare.

You and your mom left a stranded person to die.

R143 - totally agree. I meant more that there was no coffee pot/maker/table with coffee nearby.

Whenever I think of Sanka, I think of her.

This one happened recently, I sat on the toilet to take a dump and I pushed poop out and heard it plop in the water but when I stood up and looked in the toilet there was nothing there

R139, we laughed about it while it was happening, and I think we were both slightly embarrassed about it. I don’t remember interacting with her that night, after the game died down. People were making little comments about us being soul mates and like r38, asking us for the winning lotto numbers. I swear my husband was a little jealous.

It was fleeting and unexpected and hasn’t happened again.

Many years ago I was partying in New Orleans and met this hot stud during the course of the day. We hung out for hours,partying and having a grand old time,and it was a matter of course that I was going to have sex with him. It got very late and he asked mne if I wanted to go to his place,so off we went. I was drunker than 400 hells so I didnt really notice he was leading me further off the "safe" zone and into a very dark and scary street. As we were walking along (he was a foot or two ahead of me) a voice whispered very clearly in my ear "Run ! Run now!" . I was so shocked I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around,but there was no one but him and me on the street. I also went from being blotto to stone cold sober instantly,wich was a miracle considering I had been drinking for 12 hours! After a few steps he realized I had stopped,and he turned around and his face had a look of such malice my balls retracted. I spun around and started running up that road,and he was so close behind me I could feel his breath on my neck. He never uttered a word the whole time. Luckily I emerged into a main thoroughfare where there were a bunch of people ,and when I stopped to catch my breath and looked back he was nowhere to be seen. To this day I swear a spirit saved my life,I just know he was going to rob me and kill me.

^Two things: By your use of the world "blotto" I can surmise that you are a TRUE Mellennial, and also I would concur that a spirit did, in fact, save your ass from being "splotto."

I had a condo in a building that had once housed a bar. Some soul remained there, touching me on the shoulder and my rear so realistically that I would turn to see who was there. It seemed to want me to know it was there. Then I got a dog—and the dog went nuts barking at random spots for longish periods of time. There were no rodent or insect pests in this brand new place. I couldn’t leave him home without him panicking.

Dog never behaved like that again after I moved.

R142, who was the writer?

I was at the Town House in NYC and a couple of guys started talking to me. They were older, maybe 60s and one of them mentioned that the other worked for a "famous celebrity." "Take a guess," the guy asked me. I immediately replied "Barry Manilow." They looked surprised. But I didn't think it was that odd. I could totally see the guy working for Miss Manilow. Then the second guy started talking about what it was like working for him and said that one night a guest arrived at Manilow's home and "You'll never guess who it was."

But, for some odd reason, at that moment I had a name in my head and I just blurted it out. "Princess Stephanie from Monaco."

They both looked at me in awe. I was right. It was a bit weird because the name appeared in my mind the moment they asked the question. Nothing like that ever happened to me before. I thought it was very DL. lol.

I met a known actress (if not uber famous) once. I didn't know it was going to happen and I wasn't excited about it and I didn't expect to be impressed. But when she shook my hand and spoke to me - briefly - she had this aura going on and this peaceful energy flowing. It was bizarre. I remember literally feeling captivated. I have never experienced anything like it meeting anyone else. She just had this energy around her.

Well shoot R153, now I want to know who that was!

You'll laugh.. no she didn't grab my balls either... it was DL fave I'm still dead Jeanne Cooper

I know - Katherine fucking Chancellor had a groovy aura.

R153 cmon, your post is pointless if you don't name her

I've posted on this before but here goes again. In my country, there's a tradition of death knocking on the door of the house. I was in bed, and my bed faced a pair of patio doors. It was a moonlit frosty February night. At 3 am I was awakened by three loud bangs on the patio doors. I st up, thinking it was a dog asleep on the steps, and scratching, meaning to go shoo him to his kennel. I got the greatest shock on looking at the patio doors in the darkness because there was the silhouette of a tall man. He just stood there, not moving, then he just seemed to fade away. I ran out to the front door, grabbed a stick, opened the door and flicked the outside light switch. The light bulb immediately exploded. I checked the yard, and around he house. Nothing there, and the dogs were in their kennels. Next morning I mentioned it at breakfast. Three weeks later I was ill with leukaemia. I survived, and a year or so after I was ok, the incident was discussed at home. M mother said that her blood ran cold that breakfast when I mentioned what had happened during the night because that meant that someone in the house was going to die. When I fell ill, she thought the tradition was being fulfilled. Strange thing was, my father got cancer 2 months after I finished treatment. and he didn't survive. Looks like death knocked on the wrong window.

Thanks R153! I'll have to look her up.

R157, your story is the most chilling one here, IMO. Are you any specific nationality?

R144 It was definitely not a flare. It appeared from nowhere, flew in a straight horizontal line, then disappeared again. It was also miles away, in the distance so even if it was a flare, which it wasn't, there was no way my family would randomly find whoever shot it into the air.

R159 Irish

My best friend died of complications from MS 13 years ago. I think of her a lot but never dream of her. Night before last she was in my dream. Still sick but could talk and laugh. I woke up thinking of her and missing her. Later yesterday afternoon I was cleaning out a closet. There was an old wicker mail sorter and I was going through it throwing things out. At the bottom was a post card she had sent to me from her honeymoon in 1991. She just wrote " this is GREAT". Hadn't seen that postcard in years.

[quote]A Turkish brute in an Amsterdam sauna,

Oh dear, your parents never had the talk with you?

When a man loves a man...

r108 "when he died the strangest feeling shot through me, like electricity, I can't really explain."

About ten days - two weeks after my brother died, I dreamed of him as he was when he was 4-6 years old. He said "touch me, I'm real" and put his hands out, palms facing me. So I put my palms out to face him, we touched, and a current of electricity raced from him to me, and I had a flash thought of him flat-lining in the hospital and a grey cobwebby substance leaving his chest, as if a tissue were picked up by an invisible hand.

I've never had a dream like that before or since.

My college friend died, in Albuquerque, on December 4th. There was a memorial service in Connecticut on December 23d, so I drove there, for that. The next day, I attended my yearly Christmas Eve luncheon with my siblings, elsewhere in Connecticut. During lunch, I got a “<3” emoji texted to me. It resolved to appear like a heart, in primitive technology. It was texted to me from my late friend’s mobile phone!

The blood all drained to my feet, which only occurred once before to me in my life. It’s the kind of thing that makes people faint from a sitting of standing position, though I didn’t at the time.

Numerology: The appearance and relationship of the number "13" throughout my life.

On the morning of September 11, 2001 I awoke from a horrible dream in which a jet had flown past the window of a skyscraper office where I was interviewing for a job -- my swarthy interviewer showing no reaction -- and then our building was struck, and I fell to my hands and knees and crawled towards the elevators, feeling the building collapsing. Awake, I thought, "What the fuck was that?" Walking to my desk, the telephone answering machine was blinking and MSNBC (or was it CNN?) on the computer laid it all out for me.

What I remember from the dream at r164: now but didn't add because I was responding to the electricity bit, was my brother saying "it happened so fast, there wasn't time. I didn't want to go but I had to. It happened really fast" like he was apologizing.

[quote]r148 After a few steps he realized I had stopped,and he turned around and his face had a look of such malice

He was PROBABLY upset he'd been buying you drinks all night, on top of enduring your incessant CHATTER, and suddenly you were DITCHING him.

[bold]Justice4HotStud

R164, wow!!

[quote]He said "touch me, I'm real" and put his hands out, palms facing me. So I put my palms out to face him, we touched, and a current of electricity raced from him to me, and I had a flash thought of him flat-lining in the hospital and a grey cobwebby substance leaving his chest,

This sounds like the "Silver Chord" that I've read about in so many books. What a beautiful dream!!

"Many religious traditions describe this spirit-body connecting cord which is commonly known as the "silver cord." Just as the baby's umbilical cord must be severed for the baby to experience life, the silver cord must be severed for the spirit body to experience spiritual life. "

It was a very cold, dreary mid January morning. My brother was scheduled for surgery that very morning as I sat at my computer at home - my Mother and his wife were at the hospital with him. It was somewhere around 9am when I looked from my computer monitor to my left and out the window right above my L shaped desk. I saw a flock of red-breasted Robbins in a dead tree about 25-30 yards from where I sat, For some reason, I began counting them - there were 18 of them. Just as soon as I got them all counted, they all jumped from the branches and began flying toward my window very, very quickly. It all happened very suddenly, but during that minute time frame it occurred to me that they were all going to fly right into the window, so I actually turned my torso and lifted my left leg while grabbing the right arm rest of my chair - bracing for impact though I kept my gaze upon them as they got nearest to the window. Then, at the last possible portion of a second, they all seemed to change the positioning of their wings, shooting straight up into the air one after another after coming within just inches of the center of the window. The sound of the wind they made as they did so is etched in my mind: fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft, fft............................ in a very rushed, staccato way. It all happened so fast. A few hours later, I got the call from my Mother but not the news. She only told me that I needed to call my sister and we both needed to come to the hospital that minute. When we got there, we were met by his wife and it was then that we were told my brother had died on the operating table around 9am - his heart stopped, and the surgical team could not get it restarted. In the days following, I cried for him just once and I spoke to him because I felt his presence. I pleaded with him to go and pass on, telling him that we'd be alright. With verbal force, I told him "Go on. Go get your prize, man. GO NOW!" And although my ears had absolutely nothing to do with it, I "heard" him reply "I'm gone" as if in agreement - he was saying "Okay, I'm out."

My mother, her whole life told us she was "connected" to her sibilings. When my aunt commited suicide, my mom was woken at night and she knew someone died. She called all of her brothers and sisters and found out her youngest had died. When my uncle had a heart attack my mom fell down in pain, she said she knew one of them was having a heart attack. I always thought she was over dramatic. I have one older brother, 4 years older. We were never close. He was cruel to me in ways I could never understand. We got a somewhat closer when we grew up. One night I woke up with a stabbing pain in my chest I had this feeling of dread. I knew I was not having a heart attack and I suddenly remembered my mom and her stories. I called my brother's house. His wife answered in a panic. My brother had a heart attack and the paramedics were there. He ended up being okay, but I told him that story. He laughed and told me "well fuck now if you have one I won't know if I am having a second or it's you."

This thread is great! I wish I had more to share. Here’s a dumb one: After my father died, I had a dream we were talking on the phone. I asked him “So how is it there?” And he said “It’s pretty good. The food is great, and oh, the WOMEN...!” And he chuckled the way he used to when he was alive.

I’m pretty sure it was just my subconscious telling me to be at peace. But I really was, already, so maybe he did want to tell me that.

I was walking along at night and noticed the lights come on at St. Lukes Hospital. It was the name of the hospital spelled out in block letters on the roof. When I saw this, I immediately had two thoughts. "I've got to remember to write a thank you note to the paramedics" and "I wonder what happens when you call 911" I usually don't remember anything but these two thoughts stuck in my mind because I wondered where they came from.

The next day, my BF was shaving in the bathroom and came crashing backwards through the door and fell at the foot of the bed unconscious. I grabbed him in my arms and he looked dead. Wasn't breathing, nothing. He was 23. All of a sudden he took a big gulp of air and went unconscious again.

I called 911, they connected me to the paramedics (who were so great I wrote them a note), and they took him off to the closest hospital -- which turned out to be St. Lukes!! (He was okay btw. It was a seizure.)

I figured it was some kind of premonition. We'd broken up and had different apartments but I stayed over that night.

I feel sorry for people who go through life believing that there is no spiritual aspect to it. They don't get it because they don't believe it. They think that everything can be so easily explained in a cold, clinical way, constantly citing from the realm of psychology. Those of us who experience these things recognize them for what they are at the time they occur. Fuck the concept of "Apophenia." I believe in a super-natural God which lives eternally. Super-natural occurrences are an offshoot from that belief. Not only do I recognize them, but I expect them, and I'm all the better for it. I can't possibly imagine the desolation of an inability to believe beyond the self as a condition of a sort of worship of mankind alone. It must suck to be YOU!

One Saturday morning in August of 2014 I was taking a walk and quite suddenly became very disoriented as to time and place. I had to stop walking and look around to get my bearings and had to look at my watch to confirm what time it was. I thought maybe I was having a hypoglycemic attack but soon realized that wasn't the case.

I didn't think anything more about it. That next Tuesday I got the news that a really good friend had died that Saturday. He lived with his sister in a different state and we had lost touch about a year before in spite of my trying to keep in contact.

About a year after that she came here and we had an informal memorial service. So I got to ask her about the day he died. She said he died that Saturday morning and told me what time he'd. It turned out that he was in the process of dying at that exact moment I had the dizzy spell.

I think that he reached out to me while his spirit was leaving his body. We had one of those soulmate type of relationships.

No, R176, it must suck to be YOU.

Had a weird experience with a candle one day. My roommate came into my room and put a yellow candle in a glass jar on top of my TV and walked out. I watched in disbelief as the candle slowly slid off the (level) top of the TV and crashed to the floor. He came running back in and said, "What was that?!" I told him the candle he just put there slid off and fell. 20 mins later, my roommate's mother called and told him that his sister (whose favorite color was yellow) had died -- 20 minutes earlier. Very odd.

For R176.

When I was 17, I tried on some of my grandmother's makeup just for fun. I saw the most beautiful woman in the mirror - prettier than any girl I had ever seen. The next day, my high school pictures came in the mail - and I saw the ugliest boy I had ever seen in my life.

Thank you, Lady Colin Campbell at R181, that was very eloquent. Now I understand.

R176, I get it: magical thinking is a blast, I do. But screaming away facts because they don’t support your beliefs is kind of the whole point.

[quote]R176 I feel sorry for people who go through life believing that there is no spiritual aspect to it. They don't get it because they don't believe it. They think that everything can be so easily explained in a cold, clinical way, constantly citing from the realm of psychology.

Save your pity, St. Joan.

It's not that atheist/agnostics feel everything unknown can be explained. They just don't believe invisible magic is the cause.

The strange thing is, nobody was being dismissive until crazy-ass r176 came along.

Fuck off cunt

For R185 and R184 (who are probably the same poster). Peruse at your leisure as I am sure you must be mentioned here and there.

You are deranged, r187

Nice way to derail the thread, asshole.

^Hey fuckwad - you eat, sleep, breathe, LIVE this site. Plenty of site frequenters who are on to you. You post incessantly. YOU'RE the fucking nutcase

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R175 here. After I wrote that post, I remembered something equally strange about that relationship. I actually saw him at work one day about three months before we actually met in person. He worked at Just Desserts in SF and I was standing in line when he popped up in front of me on the other side of the counter as he was getting a customer's order. Our eyes locked for a second and I had the distinct feeling that he and I would be together. I wouldn't call it love at first sight but I knew I wouldn't have to do anything . . . that he would just become a part of my life somehow. And he did. Three months later, he walked into a laundromat I was in and said "Don't I know you from somewhere." I told him no, but I recognized him immediately. We started seeing each other then.

After the whole hospital thing about three years later, I wondered if this was somehow set up by the cosmos (or whatever) so that I would be there on the day he really needed me. I'd never had an experience like that, where I looked into someone's eyes for a moment and realized we were destined to be together.

i’ve had similar impulses, r191, but never anything quite so romantic. mine were always concerning places i’d live, future roommates, jobs. and i never trust my intuition enough to distinguish between these senses of attachment and my simple human desires.

i did know silly things in advance, like where my high school marching band would go for our spring trip, but never any lottery numbers.

[quote]and i never trust my intuition enough to distinguish between these senses of attachment and my simple human desires.

That's beautifully defined.

Try to trust your intuition in the future. ;)

Several times while lying in bed at night, I've felt the sensation that someone just sat on the bed. Turned on the light but nothing was there. Unsettling.

I've seen shadow people a lot but never felt they were malevolent. All my life I've been someone who woke up in the night. Usually I watch TV or movies and usually don't experience anything odd. I remember one night as I was watching Flinstones seeing a silhouette of a person sitting at the end of my bed. I felt they were there protecting me so I fell back to sleep in about ten minutes and felt very safe. I saw a silhouette or shadow people two other times during the day. Once was when I was walking my dog a few days after my grandmother who I was estranged with had died. He saw it too but didn't bark or growl. The rest of the walk he just kept stopping and looking behind him. The last time was at work. I worked in a small office with three other people. We all felt the building was a little bit haunted and once when I was alone I saw a shadow walk across a room and go behind a door.

My elderly mother spent a lot of time on her reclining chair, and she ate the majority of her meals while sitting on that chair. I had put down a carpet remnant under her table to catch any food she may spill.

She died at home late one afternoon. The next morning, I had to go make the funeral arrangements. As I was leaving the apartment, I turned back to take a look around and noticed the remnant. I said to myself, “well I won’t be needing that anymore” and walked out the door.

I returned to the apartment a few hours later, and immediately noticed that the carpet remnant was gone. There was no one in the place when I left and no one could have entered the apartment while I was gone as I had the only set of keys.

I wud like Any ideas on this? My mom died and someone told me that night to look for signs. A red Robin but especially a white feather. Next day I was obsessed and as I tied my shoelaces, sitting on the sofa, I asked out loud..demanded, a white feather. I then said it can't be anywhere that cud be easily explained away...like outside or near a pillow or something. Went to talk to priest to organise funeral..my sister did most of the talking as I stared past the priest to his tiny back window which outside stood a Robin, staring at me for about 30 mins. The entire time I was there. When i got home I opened my living room door and stopped in my tracks...there on the floor, exactly dead centre in the room, 2 feet from where I tied my laces, was a white feather. It wasn't close to anything else..totally on its own. I called my partner who'd gone str8 upstairs and he came down and I asked him if he'd put it there...but he left the house with me..in front of me. I can't explain it. Still have it.

R127, I'm very sorry. That has to hurt. My Mom died at home, too.

And once, this nurse turned me into a newt!

No, wait. She was...a witch!

My brother-in-law had cancer and I spent a lot of time shuttling back and forth between work and the hospital for almost a four month period. I would usually sleep over in their home to keep my sister company, and to help out when he came home after hospitalizations.

The day I returned to my home after his death, I was at my desk checking emails on my computer. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I believe it was my brother-in-law, as there was no one in the place but me.

Fuck off R198.

My crystal ball tells me that when I block you, several other posts will disappear.

I wish you a slow, agonizing, painful death.

Are you sure, R203? R198 posted only once in this thread.

R203 is a nasty piece of work, man. R198, you may be referring to a male Cardinal which are totally red, and there is some spiritual association to seeing them after a love one has passed on.

For over a year I had a sharp stabbing pain in the back of my head. I saw three different doctors, had xrays, CT scans, an MRI, eye exams, tested for meningitis, changed my diet, pillows, gave up anything scented like colognes and nothing stopped the pain and no one could explain what it was.

Back in January my father was diagnosed with a brain tumour. It was in the exact same location I had the pain in my head. He died in March and I haven't had the pain since the night he died.

So, R206, you’re saying what exactly? That your father wasn’t the pain in the ass you thought he was?

I was going to flag R207 for wit & wisdom but sadly he posses neither.

Well, I’m not a sheriff, dear. Let’s discuss posses after you’ve conquered third grade.

My grandparents had a farm in rural Connecticut. Early on in their marriage, my grandfather lost his wedding ring somewhere on the 40 acres. The day of his funeral, 35 or 40 years after this happened, all of the cousins were playing in the barn yard. One of my cousins looked down and found a ring in the grass. He brought it inside to show his mom and my grandmother. Of course, it was the long lost wedding ring from all those years ago. It was taken as a sign that my grandfather was still watching over the family.

And we'll have a debate when you've gained a rudimentary understanding of the English language R209.

Every so often I have things happen that I can't explain. These are coincidences or serendipity events, or other odd things that happen and can't be explained. Actually one happened again last night. I was out with friends in London and we were on the District line traveling to Sloan Square. I saw a couple nearby getting ready to leave the train at the next stop. The guy, as he was leaving, turned around and asked me if I was from Portland, Oregon. I'd never seen him before in my life. I said yes, he smiled, and got off at the next stop. I told my friends, "See, this is what happens to me every so often. Remember we talked about this a few months ago?" They were speechless.

So many interesting experiences in this thread.

Interesting thread. Keep them coming! Ignore the mean trolls.

R212 was the guy an American? Were you and your friends talking about things related to Portland?

[quote]I think Ozzy Osbourne won't be around much longer.

Are you being 'psychic'?

You just know that R212 was wearing a hoodie that said Portland

Yes, R216, but I'm not one of those predictions posters. I wouldn't call it psychic, personally, just a strong feeling that came from nowhere at all, as I haven't really thought about Ozzy Osbourne in decades.

I posted that before he was hospitalized and cancelled his tour!

My Mom slept in after my Dad left for work one morning. She woke up and saw the shadow of a man standing over her. She had recently married mt Dad. A few years later when my brother was little he woke her up crying. She went in to check on him and he said he saw something. My Mom was afraid it was the shadow man so she asked my brother if it was an elephant. He said no it was a man. She said she jumped right in bed with my brother and pulled the covers over their heads. He never returned. She thinks it was my Dad's Dad who had passed away before my Dad had married.

Three of us needed a base to explore Yosemite. We booked a room in Big Trees Lodge (formerly "The Wawona") and were put in Moore Cottage. I remember thinking the place looked kind of eerie . . . Stephen King-ish. It appeared we we were the only ones in the whole cottage which consisted of four rooms which you could connect. Late that night, two of us were in bed but awake when the lights came on next door. We could see it through the cracks of the door frame. People could be heard rushing around with raised voices but it didn't take long for them to quiet down. When we got up in the morning, the curtains in that room were open and it looked like nobody had even been in there. When I handed the key to the clerk, I asked him if anyone had checked in next door to us the night before. He said no, there was nobody but us. Hmmm.

Then, a couple of years later, by chance I came across a story about the haunting of this place. In the 1920s, a small plane crashed on the grounds of the hotel and they brought the injured pilot into Moore Cottage (into the room next door to ours). Unfortunately, he passed away before the doctor arrived. Over the years, people have reported seeing a ghostly figure dressed as a pilot as well as other strange occurrences. A apparently the spirit who haunts Moore Cottage isn't angry. Just confused. He appears to be a rather benign ghost who makes appearances from time to time.

Years ago my uncle was in the hospital with cancer. One night I woke up to see who I thought was my father standing over me while I was in bed. I looked at the clock and it was 2:42AM and I asked what he wanted, but he didn't answer.

I said, "dad?" and again he didn't answer. I reached up to touch his arm to ask if he was ok and my hand moved through his body.

I jumped out of bed and turned on the light and saw my room was empty. I went to my parents room and my father was in bed asleep.

Around 6AM in the morning the phone rang and it was my aunt calling to tell us that my uncle had died at 2:40AM.

I was admitted to the hospital for some tests, I had a seizure and they didn't know why so they wanted to keep me overnight. I was in a shared room and I asked the nurse who was in the other bed (the curtain was drawn) and she said "don't worry she won't be a bother she had a head injury with some swelling and was unresponsive." I closed my eyes to try to sleep, middle of the night I was awoken by the person in the bed next to me. She got up to use the bathroom. It didn't really register that she was supposed to be in a coma. She came out, smiled at me and said Hello, Introduced her self as Margaret but her friends call her Dottie. She asked me why I was there and I told her and she looked at me and smiled again and said "oh you have nothing to worry about, you will live a long healthy life." She talked my ear off for about 2 hours, she told me about her family, her kids, grandkids, her husband passing, her sisters, where she honeymooned (in Cuba). We talked till I could not stay awake. The next day I woke up the bed was empty. The nurse came in to release me and I asked if Dottie was released this morning? She saiid "who?" I laughed and said sorry, Margaret. She looked at me strange and told me she passed away last night. I told her that was impossible, I spoke to her, she was up, going to the bathroom and talking away. The nurse smiled and said that was impossible, she never regained consciousness. The nurse said I must have dreamed it all. I was released that day. When I looked in the paper to find her death announcement it was all there. Her kids, grandkids, down to the exact name and counts, Her sisters, everything Dottie had told me was there.

Hospitals have comatose patients sharing regular hospital rooms? That scares me more than anything else in this thread.

Most of my life, I’ve been having dreams, that eventually happen. It happened lots in my teens through my twenties.

Some of my dreams have been pretty unpleasant, and one in particularly really fucked with me, because it involved a family member who I love very much.

The good thing about it was, that my family member was finally able to tell someone (me) what was going on, due to me explaining my dream to them. I went into a really deep depression after that revelation, because this family member refused to accept the help that I had offered.

So yes, I am unable to explain why I have these dreams, and I understand that I will probably never know why I have them, or how they are so accurate.

I refused to learn how to drive until my parents emotionally blackmailed into it when I was 18. I was very studious when I did learn and always wore my seat belt. A few months later I had a dream that I was running through the woods with tree branches whipping past my face as if I was being chased. It should have been frightening, but it ended up as a calming dream in the end.

The next day I was driving to my first college test over winding mountain roads and I had the distinct feeling to not put on my seat belt. I hit a mud slick coming off a dirt road on the downside of the mountain and it caused the car to flip over end to end with the roof completed caved in upside down. What I recalled seeing was tree branches and sky rushing past me as the car spun out.

Because I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt, my body went under the stearing wheel and I was saved from being crushed to death. I was very calm, like the dream, after it happened. My first thought was what happens after an accident, why the car bursts into flames, so I turned off the engine. Then I thought I need to wait for the jaws of life to be pryed out of this wreckage. But then I thought, I’m in the middle of the woods and no ones going to find me. Luckily I was a skinny twink at that time and manganaged to squeeze out of what had been the blown out window.

Miraculously I had crashed in front of a cabin and there was a car in the driveway. I pounded on the door until a man wearing boxers with a hangover opened the door and I blurted out, I just crashed my car outside your cabin, and without missing a beat he said, but you’re the second one this week! I was standing with him when the police car arrived and when the cop got out he said, another dead one huh? I explained that no I was the driver and I was alive. Then two tow trucks showed up at the same time and the drivers almost got into a fist fight deciding who got to tow the car away.

Though I had only minor scrapes my parents insisted in taking me to the emergency room. Having just started college I had purchased my first underware for myself in my life and they were baby blue, not the tighty whiteys I had wore all my life. So there I sat in my hospital gown with my baby blue underware showing. At least they were clean a new like my mother always warned me about should I get into a car accident.

There is also part of this story I left out about the ghost of three murdered children who were laid to rest in the woods during the depression near where my accident happened. I was staying in an old building that used to be a barn where I had also had a dream about three children being choked to death. When I looked into the history of them they were had been smothered and it had been done somewhere else before where they we laid to rest and could have easily been that barn. Were they looking out for me that day?

So interesting!

Last week I was having a dream where I was in Jane Fonda's house. I had just finished her book and so I figured that's why I had the dream. But I couldn't speak. And I didn't recognize anyone, like they didn't have faces. I just knew who they were. But then a woman I worked with side by side for years showed up as I walked into the kitchen. I was like "what are you doing here" but she just smiled and turned back to what she was doing. Later in the week, I had another dream where she appeared, again, just for a moment. Two days after that last dream, I got an email from a mutual friend telling me this woman had passed away from cancer. So strange.

On occasion, I'll think about a random classmate from high school whom I'd pretty much forgotten about since I graduated over 30 years ago. When I do a google search on them out of curiosity, I discover their day old obituary.

I woke up one day and told my husband that I had smelled "funeral home flowers" in a dream.

I was soon to learn that my closest cousin had just died that previous day.

But the freakiest premonition was two-fold. I had been dreaming for several days of the number 12 and the color red.

Well, ONE part came to be the end if that week, Friday, February 12, when I "saw blood" and had to schedule a colonoscopy.

But the SECOND aspect came true that Friday, also, when I went to our local casino. I decided to walk around a bit, and came to a roulette table. I stood and thought, "Red 12 is coming up," but I didn't bet.

Red12 it was.

r223 - I had a seizure they could not diagnose they had me in neurological ICU . Dottie fell and hit her head and had brain swelling. She was not in a coma she was unresponsive, there is a difference.

[quote] Just really, WTF ?

A mouse ran across your window sill, disturbing the shade and causing it to move back and forth

After 9/11 I saw lights in the sky over Manhattan. They were very, very high up and were definitely a moving object that was hovering. But they weren't helicopters. I'd heard they were working on harrier jets that could hover, but these things were just weird and stayed there, even though I could see the lights were slightly moving, not stationary.

I told people about them - I could see them from the roadway leading to the Triborough Bridge. No one believed me. Years later I heard about these new things called drones.

Well. Duh.

This one has an explanation - that came fifteen years later.

Pre-internet, I was walking alone when I was attacked by the most ominous looking bird ever - satanic black with a patch of fiery orange-red. I tried to run away from it, but it continued to chase me, aiming for my head for what felt like forever. It was a terrifying experience during a very difficult, unhappy time in my life, and fed into the belief that I was the target of malicious supernatural energies. The attack wasn't the cause of my condition; it only exacerbated it, and, unfortunately, I didn't have anyone around to help me examine it objectively (or perhaps I did, but refused to listen).

Fifteen years later, I saw a local news story warning people that it was mating season for the red-winged blackbird, and to be mindful of attacks by the males guarding the nests, which were very common and to be expected.

This was not meant to dismiss or trivialize any of the above posts in this thread.

Here is a strangely pointless "psychic" occurrence: a couple of years ago, I was sleeping one night on a daybed I have in my living room. Sometime after 3:00 a.m., I was awakened by the sound of footsteps coming down the asphalt parking way outside my apartment, and I overheard a young guy talking on his phone to somebody. As he went past, he suddenly said to the person on the other end, "Hey, Garry Shandling died!!" I was startled that 1) he even knew who G. Shandling was, and 2) that it was even interesting enough to him to tell someone else about it. He kept walking by and I fell back asleep. The next morning, I got to work early and was flipping through the various news websites - I remember thinking it was odd not to see any mention of Garry Shandling's death, and just figured it had happened early enough the previous day so that the news stories had all been taken down from the internet sites, and I just forgot all about it. Then, after lunch that day, around 2:00 p.m. (I'm in Eastern Time), someone near me suddenly exclaimed, "Hey! Garry Shandling died!!", and all the people around him erupted in surprise and were exclaiming about it. This seemed bizarre to me, I couldn't figure out why people were so worked up about this guy Shandling, especially because it was apparently such old news, from the day before. I finally got irritated enough by the racket they were making to look up the news stories myself, and I saw to my surprise that Shandling had actually died in California, that very morning, about 10 a.m. Pacific Time (1:00 p.m. Eastern), about one hour before the guy in my office had read the news on the internet; I was dumbfounded, it didn't (and doesn't) make sense...So I apparently received this mysterious announcement of Garry Shandling's death about 10 hours before it actually occurred...(?). I've never paid any attention to Garry Shandling at all, beyond thinking that he was a kind of desperately unfunny "comedian" - I used to get him confused with both Jerry Seinfeld and David Letterman back in the '90's. Weird.

Great thread!

[quote]r191 Three months later, he walked into a laundromat I was in and said "Don't I know you from somewhere." I told him no, but I recognized him immediately. We started seeing each other then.

A relationship built on the quicksand of LIES!

R236 that’s actually a really interesting story. I loved how you found a reasonable explanation for it eventually. Also bet it would of been hilarious to witness.

Until recently, the number "13" has been ever present in my life:

I'll walk into the kitchen: there are 13 minutes left on the dishwasher's cycle; while cooking I'll turn to check the cooking timer: 13 seconds to go; I graduated business school in '85; my first job immediately afterward, its business address added up to "13," where my floor number was "31," where my office's number was "A13."

My partner's jersey number was "13"; our age difference is 13 years; we were married on 10/30, 31 years after my first marriage.

Angel Numbers ANGEL NUMBER 13

Number 13 is made up of the attributes and energies of the numbers 1 and 3. Number 1 brings it vibrations of new beginnings, striving forward, motivation and progress, attainment and fulfilment, uniqueness and individuality. Number 3 relates to optimism and enthusiasm, communication and self-expression, inspiration and creativity, expansion and growth, manifesting and manifestation. Number 3 also relates to the Ascended Masters. Number 13 is the number of traditions, hard work, organisation and right judgement. The Number 13 is also a feminine number and suggests that you tap into your intuition.

Angel Number 13 is a message from your angels that some upheavals may take place in your life. This is happening for karmic reasons and will break new ground for you that will bring about new opportunities for you to grow spiritually. The angels ask that you adapt to changes gracefully.

Angel Number 13 may be a ‘blessing in disguise.

Angel Number 13 is a message from your angels that you are being guided and assisted with your soul mission. Trust that the angels and Ascended Masters are by your side as you go through transitions that will bring into perfect alignment with your Divine life purpose. If you are unsure of your next steps, ask your angels for guidance and assistance.

^^ THank you, R242 -

It's not super active but at work strange things happen occasionally. I work in an office enclosed by bullet proof glass kind of like a fishbowl There's also a two way mirror behind the counter I work at. Off and on I've been alone in there and heard a very audible knock on the glass right in front of me. Last week I was with a co worker and we both heard a knock on the two way mirror right behind us.

My first cat was the best cat ever, and he died suddenly in 1995 of cardiomyopathy when he was 4. After he died I kept feeling him jump on the bed with me when I was asleep, and hearing him eat his kibble. But I thought those were just dreams, things I imagined in a half-awake state.

One morning I heard him eating kibble again so I sat up to look, hoping to clear my mind of what I was sure were basically hallucinations, and I kept hearing it. Stared straight at the bowl for 60 to 90 seconds as the sound of eating and drinking continued. Then I felt him hop on the bed and even saw the blankets move where he landed.

I wish I could have felt him directly but it was all an indirect, seen-from-a-distance experience.

I have had a very similar experience as R245. My old cat was very affectionate. When I would go to sleep at night, he would lay his chin on my outstretched arm and eventually relocate to the far edge of the bed when I fell asleep. After he died, I had the same experience of something walking across my bed as I lay under the covers about to fall asleep. I could feel the footfalls as it walked across the blanket. This happened twice. Eventually I got a new cat. She will not stay in the bedroom and if I try to get her on the bed with me she is always uncomfortable and can't wait to move back to the living room. She has never spent a night in my bedroom.

A few years ago, while I visited a friend, I felt a wet dog nose touch my ankle. Her dogs were all outside at the time. She saw the confused look on my face and said, "Oh, that's Lenny." Her doxie had died a few years previous, but still greeted everyone who stood in her kitchen.

One day in the classroom, my autistic client, who rarely spoke spontaneously, turned to me and said, "Ghost! Ghost for you! Ghost!" We assumed he was having anxiety about Halloween, although it was still 5 weeks away.

That night, I felt someone stroking the top of my head and wondered if I was hallucinating. The next morning, I received a call from a group home owner, telling me that one of the clients I used to visit had died the previous morning. When I visited her, I would often stroke her hair to comfort her.