I know this is a weird subject, but I'm curious if anyone here has had unexplainable premonitions, like getting a strange vibe and avoiding a situation that later turned out to be dangerous....knowing someone was going to call or come over and it happens at that moment, or had a dream about a person, thought they were in trouble and they were, ect.

Are premonitions simply coincidence? Do you believe in them?

Mrs P.!!!! I LOVE this thread already!!! OK, I'll post one that I have already posted:

Several years ago I dreamt my brother was in the hospital. I remember walking through the door of his room. The lights were dimmed and my brother was in bed writhing in pain. I felt helpless.

He looked at me, tears in his eyes and said, “I am hurting so bad. Please get me something for pain - help me.”

When I awoke, the dream seemed so real. I called my mother and asked if my brother was OK. He was – until about 2 months later when I received a call that he was in the hospital – with a kidney stone. When I got to the hospital, there he was, in a dark room, in pain. The feeling a déjà vu was the strongest I have ever experienced.

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After I graduated high school, I returned to a football jamboree. My brother was a senior and was named homecoming king and I wanted to be there to support him. As the ceremony progressed, the cheerleading coach took the microphone and made an announcement. Each member of the homecoming court had secretly nominated someone to be coming home queen and king. As she made the announcement the strongest feelings swept over me. I could feel electricity almost to the point of panic racking my body. Everything slowed down as if the whole event was a record and the speed on a record player had been changed from 78 to 33. I watched and listened as she called the name of the coming home king and he made his way down to the middle of the gym. At this point, I felt like I couldn't breath. Then she named the coming home queen - me.

I started this thread because I had a dream last night about my cousin. I've never dreamed about her before, and hadn't thought of her in almost a year (the last time she visited). This morning, I received an e mail from her. The first in 10 months.

I used to have premonitions all of the time, but it has been a while. They are usually quite unremarkable. I'll ask a question about something that my husband has been thinking, or get a vibe that the phone is about to ring and it'll be (name of someone), and the phone rings at that minute and it's that person. I had an experience sort of like Bela's in the second grade, when my name was drawn for a prize...time slowed a bit, I knew my name would be drawn (out of hundreds of students) somehow. One time I do think it saved my life, though.....

We used to vacation in Michigan every year for a family reunion. During one trip when I was about 11, we spent the first night in a hotel. That morning I felt a dread. I just didn't want to go in that car. I didn't relax, and the dread turned into paranoia. By the afternoon I was almost hyperventilating, and asking my dad to "please slow down" from the back seat. He turned to me and told me to shut up and not make another sound.

About an hour later, there was an accident on the side of the highway (not on the road). We were going about 70, and a truck was parked (emergency blinkers off), on the right hand side of the road. I knew I wasn't allowed to say another word, so I just sat there while the truck came closer and closer...finally screaming about 20 seconds from impact. My dad swerved, tires skidded, fortunately there was no one on the left side of the road. He and my mom had been viewing the accident on the right, and didn't see the truck stopped directly in front of us. We came about 2 seconds from hitting it dead-on at 70 mph. After regaining control of the car, my dad turned around and asked if I peed in my pants. He never told me to shut up again, but I never had that hyperventilating weird feeling again either. I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't had that premonition, and feeling of road paranoia that day, I would have been staring at the accident to the right of the road just like my mother and father had been, and never seen that truck from the back seat.

Yes. You see I can sense emotions I get in the future - I am a psychic - I can remote view through time and space. One time I sensed the devastation of getting terminated from my place of employment - I did get terminated a week later. Sometimes I get into a psychic emotional feedback loop - in the future I'll emit an emotion, that emotion will be transmitted back through time by my mind and in a past event my mind will receive it then when my past self experiences that event I'll remember having received it and I'll build up emotion and the loop continues. Also I can predict when it will rain with remararkable accuracy (usually within hours, sometimes half-hours or even minutes). One time I even predicted the 9/11 attacks - I had sent a telepathic message back through time telling myself of the attacks (date and locations). I tried to warn the CIA but they don't listen to remote viewers anymore (they discontinued their psychic remote viewing program). Had they listened lives probably would have been saved.

No, they're not coincidence for the most part. Yes, I definitely believe in them, because I've had them.

For about 10 years in my 20's, I would get incredibly strong premonitions about inanimate objects... elevators, cards, dice, whatever. I could tell you ahead of time what was going to happen because I could actually visualize it in my mind before it happened.

Hogwash, you think?

I got thrown out of a blackjack game because I correctly called the first 10 cards off the top of a deck one night in college.

I would visit this particular building on campus that had a bank of 6 elevators and would always know exactly which elevator would come to get me. I would actually "see" the elevator door opening before I walked into the building.

I hit single numbers on a roulette wheel 8 times in a row once. Unfortunately, I didn't gamble on it.

As I got into my 30's, the ability faded. Now I get them irregularly, so I can't trust what I'm "seeing" as much as I used to. I think it's a skill that I have to work at in order to maintain... like playing chess. If I don't do it regularly to exercise that part of my brain, it doesn't work as well.

I am with amf on this one I think it tends to fade as we get older and find ourselves more focused on day to day mundane issues. I do not remember specifics though do remember deciding during childhood that precognition is as normal and natural as breathing. I also vaguely remember a conversation with my mother about the subject as it scared me at times and felt the need to discuss it with a respected adult. My husband and I now refer to it as Grandmother interventions, as our Grandmothers are all deceased and precognitions tend to always work out in our best interests . Whether precognition is an intrinsic human ability or a separate force that influences our lives, I don't know, I do know that all help is welcome in my eyes. OK on to a story that is recent and that I remember the details of

About three years ago directly after 911 Hubby and I decided to move. We were looking in an area that was a bit further away from NYC than we ended up. As anyone whoever bought a home knows it is a trying though rewarding experience. Well we finally found a house within our price range that was acceptable and decided to put a bid in. After the second tour we (Realtor Hubby and I) were discussing the Bid price and I must not have been too enthusiastic cause Hubby looks at me and says, what is bothering you, my response was nothing it is a beautiful house, Love the Hot Tub and fire place. He says really Piper, what is wrong and my response was well someday I'll get my Tudor, I know that this is not the last house we will buy, and quite nice for a starter home. Ok so we put the bid in and I get real sick with a cold. In bed the next day, watching the phone for the call from the Realtor. We finally get the call later that evening and we had been way out bided. I was so depressed, felt we would never be able to move away from NYC, Urban mayhem. I think I cried a bit and went to sleep. Next Morning I wake up on a Mission, all I could think was Orange Orange, there are a bunch of towns in a completely different area (North Orange, South Orange, East Orange, West Orange God Knows what Orange) one of them is quite beautiful, which one is it. So I get on the internet. I find the one that has the beautiful homes and Great School System and what was the first house I pull up in our price range, an absolutely adorable Tudor. I was like OMG do not get excited, you don't know if there is a contract on the house already, jeese we have never looked in this area, it is probably sold with a price like that. I couldn't help it I still woke my husband, half asleep he says call the Realtor and goes back to sleep. I get the Realtor on the phone and set him to work. He says I'll make calls but don't get your hopes up. I was like I know, I know, could have any number of problems. He gets back to me a few hours later, OMG the House was not under a contract, they were taking bids this weekend! Realtor sets up for us to see the Tudor and three other houses in the area. Needless to say we won the bid three years later still love the house, and I got my Tudor nestled in the woods with a view of the NYC skyline Ok you can say this is a coincidence, whatever, , I got my Tudor.

When I was in junior high school, my newborn cousin passed away. The night before, I had a dream that he was around five years old and he came and told me goodbye. It was rather unsettling, and I've had other similar things happen to me, but being a skeptic by nature, I just chalk it up to coincidence. I think that it's easy for the human psyche to reinterpret the situation after the fact.

I do have have to mention that a few of us were talking about this very topic in the chatroom on Saturday Night, and I told this story. [Enter Twilight Zone Music]

That's extremely weird, Cyan. For the record, I was not in that chat, nor did I hear about it.

Count me among the psychics. Had two teachers along the way, Sandy and Laurel. I've dropped out of the seeking because the knowledge I've found isn't very useful. Too general, not much to work with. But I understand deja vu and intuitions.

One odd thing that happened was both my sister and I had dreams about our deceased father, similar but specific to our situations. It was like having a personal spiritual trainer. Then the training ended about the same time. We didn't know about this until long after during a casual conversation over the phone.

Was it really Dad or some spirit who took the familiar and loved form?

Does it matter?

I like the idea in physics that all things that have happened or could happen (in the physical world) are happening at once in different parallel universes. Or maybe that's sci fi. Think there's some scientific basis for the notion.

Whatever, some folks can see things or sense things that others can't. That's not very hard to grasp. I can hear sounds most people can't, but because most can't hear them doesn't mean the sounds don't exist. This came from a medically administered hearing test. The high frequency sensitivity is way up there.

I also seem to pick up old radio stations off my dental work (just kidding).

Seriously though, sometimes I hear music in white noise. Sometimes not. Sometimes it sounds like bluegrass, sometimes old country or gospel. Sometimes show tunes! Pure TORTURE!!!!

What's erie about this phenomena is that -- Lydia will hear the music too.

Huh, we go. Huh. Don't advertise this. But I just did.

How can two people share the same aural illusion if something isn't actually there?

Ya know, your story reminded me of one that involved my son. For about 4 months before his 4th B-Day he started talking of an imaginary friend (so I though) named John. He said he lived down the hill and that he would come and Play with him every day. I was like OK, this is to help him adjust to the change in my Job that brought me to work out of my house, no biggy. About a week before his 4the B-Day there was a horrible accident. I was crossing my Daughter as she went to jump out of the Car and I got scared that she would be hit, so I was focused on her, my Mother in Law was tending to my son. I get her safely across the street and start entering the Park and I hear scream and a thud. I turn and there he is laying in the middle of the street about 8 feet from the front of a work truck top soil every where. Mostly a blur after that, headed for the nearest trauma center. Injuries were subdural hematoma (bleeding on the brain) and a concussion. He was admitted to Peds.ICU. Parades of Doctor Nurses, cleaning vomit, he finally sleeps for a bit. About an hour before his next test to gauge the progression of the hematoma he wakes up, sits up and says, I feel better now and I want to go home. He starts to play Star Wars with the red light thing on his finger that monitors his pulse, we play with him. Well the next day the Neuro Surgeon releases him from PICU. Every one tells us how blessed we are and that a child across the hall who had suffered a similar accident was not fairing as well. We go home and love our children. My son announces that he wants to sleep with me that night, I say of course, Dad hits the couch. While we are cuddling he tells me of a dream he had in the hospital. He says John came and got him and took him to the Indians, they made him better. It dawns on me that John might have been my nephew that we lost at a month old (named John) due to congenital heart problems, then I think why Indians, and it occurs to me that what would angels look like to a soon to be 4 yr. old. I was blown away. John hasn't visited since though you can bet your bottom dollar that if he does, I will take notice.

Hmm Piper maybe the Indians had to do with the fact that John was from Indiana...

PiperPlexed, that is a frightening story. I'm so glad that your son is okay.

Haha, btw...I think I was the one who started that topic in chat Saturday night.

There was one I believed I had while in Basic Training. About 9-11.

I dreamt I was on a plateau or in the mountains near my town. Other details aside... from out of nowhere comes the most horrible wailing anyone could imagine. Many people, men and women. I was like what the hell is goin on? So the wailing and crying gets more intense and I look out into the distance and i see this huge building towering over everything else... and it's on fire... more like smoldering. The way a log looks in a campfire after five or six hours. I just stood there and the wailing just kept going on and on and on. I just watched as this building was smoking. The building was a large, fat rectangle.

It looked like an angle the Twin Towers could be mistaken for one, I imagine...

About a week or so later ( I can't recall) 9-11 went down.

I didn't put the dream together until about a year later.

Also...

When I was a tot and in Kinder, my mother had a doc's appointment. Naturally, she took my younger sister and my even younger baby of a brother along. (My brother has Cerebal Palsy, fyi)

Just before the taxi arrived at the house... something told my mom to bring the car seat for my brother, whom she usually just held until they needed the stroller. Bring the car seat. Bring the car seat. So, she... brought the car seat...

A middle-aged cab driver with sunglasses on came and proceeded to take my mom and the sibs to the doctor's.

Some ways down the 57 freeway in the Anaheim/Orange area, the car begins to swerve off the road and into the sholder where the cab driver hit something ( it's been a while since I remember telling this one) and either the cab flipped or it just rattled everybody around.

The cab driver it turns out was three times the legal limit for driving under the influence.

And if my mom handn't brought the car seat and strapped my brother in there...

I don't even want to think about it...

So that, and aside from having deja vu sometimes...you bet I believe in that stuff.

DreamPipEr
Posted on Jul 13 2004, 10:52 PM


Hmm good point. Wonder what he will think he will see when we take him to Indiana for the first time wonder if he knew all along it was John and Mommy didn't think enough to ask questions Just to let you folks know what a great sister Dreamy is, my hubby had to stay home with my daughter, as she needed a parent too and Dreamy got to the hosp. in record time and stayed up all night with me, she plays a mean game of finger Star Wars!

Cyan
Posted on Jul 14 2004, 12:47 AM

Thanks, yeah he is great, Kinder this year!

when I heard the columbia space shuttle was coming back to earth I got a picture in my head of it coming down in flames. I was thinking along the lines of a terrorist attack though, not an accident.

Ok, I'll bite, and be the lone voice for coincidence...

... how many times have you imagined or dreamed a convincing real life scenario (rather than one in which you sprouted wings and your head turned into a bunch of daffodils - they are fairly unlikely to ever come true!) that has not come to pass?

I bet you don't count those when you try to work out how "psychic" you are.

For the record - I too have premonitions, though mine are almost always of mundane deja-vu-type experiences, rather than large-scale or tragic happenings. A dream of a particular group of people in an office meeting with particular weather conditions outside with one person using particular phrases - I get that one quite a lot. Had one today, in fact. I would swear to anyone who asked that I had dreamed it, but since I don't keep a dream diary, I couldn't tell you when I did. I've heard it said that such deja vu happens when the part of the brain that perceives the passage of time "stutters" for want of a better phrase. Short term memories continue to be laid down, and when the stutter stops, the brain appears to have already remembered something that is only just now happening.

Sometimes I even remember waking up after a dream (sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the middle of the night) and thinking to myself "that was a very realistic dream. I wonder if it will really happen?".

Maybe their is some as-yet undiscovered and unexplained property of the human brain that allows it to intersect with some as-yet undiscovered and unexplained property of time itself to somehow skip forward on a time loop to retreive future memories from our future brains.

Though I have a theory that sits a little better with Occam's Razor:

The average human has a period of REM sleep something like once every two hours (some people as often as once every 40 minutes) during a night's sleep. It is sometimes possible to have more than one dream during that time.

So let's say, for the sake of argument, that the average person has between four and twelve dreams in an eight hours sleep. That's 28-84 dreams per week. Or 1456-4368 dreams per year. I'd guess the average age of the posters here is about 25. Not counting the first five years of your life (assuming you didn't dream about anything meaningful then other than mum & dad) that's a minimum of 29120 dreams (or, using these same assumptions, as many as 87360!).

Even if only 10% of these lifetime dreams depict credible everyday scenes (e.g. ones without unicorns or sprouting wings) that's still 2912 dreams that might be able to come true, even if only randomly.

Doesn't it strike anyone else as odd that most of us can only think of two or three dreams that we remember (or half-remember) having that can easily fit real life events that later happen? That's not much of a success rate for our psychic powers, is it? Wouldn't dumb luck produce about the same success rate? Why, then, do we attribute this level of dreams-come-true to innate psychic powers and not to random probability?

Doesn't it strike anyone as even odder that we cannot tell until after the real events have happened which ones will come true, and which ones will not? So our own experience selects the positive results that DID seem to come true, while ignoring all the other false results.

It's only natural, I suppose - we are predisposed to see patterns in things and events (why else would we give names to portions of the random distribution of stars in the night sky?). This innate ability is most often very useful, but we don't seem to be able to switch it off when their IS no pattern. So we focus on the dreams that fit with later events, and ignore all of the ones that don't, because it fits with an imagined pattern of being able to see the future.