Do you have a 'nobody would EVER believe me' story? No matter the subject or how daft, unreal it seems, please share :)

My whole family were in hospital surrounding my grandad in his final hours. He'd been unconscious for 2 days not so much as a murmur, then all of a sudden he fully opened his eyes gave my nan the biggest smile ever and went back to as he was before. He passed away not long after.
Second one is a couple of months ago I was running a bath just stirring up the water with my hand with my thoughts wondering when I suddenly had the thought my nan was going to die, she was fighting for so no reason to think this. About 5 mins later I got a call to say she'd had a massive stroke and wasn't going to make it.

One night I was locking up downstairs and there was a presence by my feet, the blackest black I have ever seen. I can't explain but it just felt evil, I physically jumped back when it appeared. It was sort of small dog sized and absolutely terrified me

The women in my family have been known to feel and see things, I often see my nan and our dog, they appear as light and a feeling washes over me as I turn and then I see the light. Our dog is in certain places and low down, my nan is in 2 places and high up.

I have 100% success rate with predicting genders of babies, some cases I have been the only person saying boy/girl and still been right. I sort of think about the person/couple and give them a blue blanket and then a pink blanket and one of them just feels right

Lastly, I sometimes see something and can say "now he drops that then she says xxx then he says xxxx" etc and be right. I don't know when I see these times, but when it happens I feel like its an old memory and has happened a year+ ago. It's sort of like déjà vu but one step stronger in that I can predict what comes next

i worked with someone who had the same first name as me and the same last name as me.....what was really weird was we even had the same birthdate, although not the same year....was odd!

We got Val Kilmer's autograph outside the theatre in Chichester after he'd been to a play starring the woman by dad was writing the biography for.
Still my most closest celeb encounter - and I've met Patrick Moore

When I was little, I had a recurring nightmare. In it, my family drove to a shopping center. My parents were going in but my mom asked if my older brother and I wanted to stay in the car. We said yes and sat reading and playing with toys in the back seat until a man approached the car and started talking to us through an open window. He was a different profession every time (baker, fireman, etc) but I was really scared and would wake up screaming. When I was about ten, my family went out for a drive and pulled in to the exact shopping center from my dream. My mom turned around and asked if we wanted to stay in the car. Of course I said no! I never had that dream again.

I went to see Philomena when it was out at the cinema and I talked to my DH at length about how one of my cousins had been given away during a similar time in Ireland because my aunt wasn't married. I then asked my DM to tell me about what happened again. She went white as a sheet and swore on her life that she would never, ever have told me that and that even some of her younger siblings didn't know and demanded to know how I knew. I said 'I had no idea, that you must have told me' but she refused to accept that. I rang my DF to say 'word of warning, I may have landed you in it with mum, did you tell me about my cousin? Were you not meant to tell me?' [my mum and her family are bizarrely secretive] and he said he had no idea what I was talking about and had no idea one of my cousins had been given away.
I have no idea to this day how I knew but I was at the hospital when my aunt died and my DM said that her and her sisters felt like my aunt's first daughter had been in the room. Weird.

I had gone to the beach with some friends one day when I was working at a hotel just outside Galway. I was pootling about in the rock pools while the others were off playing some game, and I saw a hermit crab scuttle up to a bigger shell, and swapped himself over to the new one! Totally not the most scintilating story on this thread but it was definitely a 'did I actually just see that?!' moment for me! It was really frustrating that the others were running about so there was nobody I could ask if they just saw it happen too...

Oh and DH freaked his family out. As a 6 year old they went to visit a local castle, him and his parents and older sister.

He then announced that this was where he was stationed when he was a soldier. And then showed them secret doors hidden behind ivory that the people running the castle didnt even know were there.

I have memories of flying at around age 4. Flying down the stairs. Not falling but actually jumping from the top step and floating to the bottom.

I also have a memory that apparently didn't happen with my mum but i do remember clearly. I was in hospital, had had an operation. There was a fire and the nurse evacuated the childrens ward. My 'mum' carried me downstairs to the emergency exit and we were all huddled in a dark corridor. The door was sealed with something and the nurse took off a red stiletto to break the seal and got us out that way. We all stood outside for ages.

I'm called motherofallhangovers because I had a dream that it was my mumsnet name.

In the same dream I also dreamt I was called threefeethighandrising and I changed it fourfeethighandrising etc as DS grew, and so I used threefeethighandrising on MN for a while too.

(I'm sleepyelectricsheep usually at the moment)

It would seem my subconscious is much more inventive than my conscious mind!

I've mentioned it a few times on mumsnet threads and no one ever comments, I assume they don't believe me? Or maybe they think i'm a freak for actually dreaming about MN?!

A few years ago DP and I were driving on a remote single track road in the Trough of Boland. To set the scene, our car was on the crest of a hill, the road dropped down ahead of us into a dip that wasn't visible from where we were. On the opposite side of the dip, the road rose up to another crest and then round a corner. It was late afternoon on a winter day so it was beginning to get dark. As we reached the crest of the hill, before the dip, we both saw a vehicle come round the corner on the opposite crest coming towards us. We both saw the headlights and said "car" at the same time. I pulled up on the crest of the hill and waited for the other car to pass. It went down into the dip but didn't come out again. I waited for quite a while, maybe a minute or so, and there was no sign of the other car so I assumed it had stopped in the dip to allow us to pass. I drove down into the dip but there was nothing there. No vehicle, no side roads, no parking/passing places, nowhere to go, just open boggy moorland on either side of the road. Nowhere for a car to go. If it had gone off road we'd have been able to see it. I stopped the car and we just looked at each other, baffled.

I don't believe in supernatural stuff, I believe there's a scientific explanation for everything, but I have no explanation for a car that disappeared. If it had just been one of us that saw it I'd believe we'd been mistaked but we both saw the same thing. Several years later we're still baffled by it.

Two things-

1- my father (who is very woo) tells me that when I was younger I would tell him about being a princess before I was born and that this was on the other side of the world. I am very not woo, I can remember telling these stories and remember making them up because I loved the attention it got me from him. He doesn't believe I made them up because "no one remembers being that young and you just want to prove me wrong"
2- years ago I was a teenager still living at home I looked out the bedroom window early one morning the sky was crisp and clear not a cloud in sight, I saw what I can only describe as a flash of bright white light descending through the atmosphere it looked almost like a comet streaking across the sky. I almost reached for my phone to enjoy take a photo and called my mother but knew it wouldn't last that long. No one believes me and it wasn't in any newspapers later that day.

Two from me.

When I was about 13/14 I told my Mum that I had a memory of being in my cot in the bedroom in our house and seeing a clocked figure at the end of it. So I was looking at the end of my cot. The cot had a solid end and there were pictures on it. I can't now remember them as clearly but at the time I managed to describe them in such detail and the room that my Mum went white. I was out of that cot and in a new one due to an issue before I was old enough to remember the detail I gave.

I was also able to describe in detail the street we lived in 200 miles away from where I grew up. We moved before I was 1.

Not woo, but highly unlikely.

I was on an Intercity train, going at full speed. I happened to bend forward to look at something in font of me. There was an enormous "crack" and a perfect round hole appeared in the window right where my head would have been if I'd been upright. The woman across the aisle started screaming, and another guy on the carriage said it must have been a bullet going through as those windows are several layers thick. The conductor came as he'd heard something from further along the train, and also thought someone must have fired at the train.

So, I dodged a bullet, for real!

My Dm is quite woo - had "funny feelings" when things have happened etc. never quite believed her but I had a boyfriend at uni, went out for a few years then he dumped me for someone else. My Dm said "I hope one of his balls falls off, that will teach him." Few weeks later he was diagnosed with testicular cancer and had to have one of his testicles removed! (He's ok now I think but really scared dm and she has sworn never to "curse" someone again!

I had 2 out of body experiences as a child, both while having a routine operation about a year or so apart. I didn't realise what they were until many years later.

In a meeting where there was a raffle and I knew without a doubt that I would win it (I did).

When I conceived dc3 we only dtd once and I knew immediately that I was pregnant.

In 1998 I went on holiday with my mates and had a video camera. I was filming a night out and randomly filmed a couple of girls I didn't know. We were all drunk and they were asking where a certain bar was. One quoted a line from a film (although I didn't know that at the time)

A few months later, it was my first week at uni and I was walking back from a night out with my new roommate and some other people. My roommate said a quote from a film, that I have never seen, but knew the quote from somewhere. Realised I had filmed my roommate on that holiday months before actually meeting her. Looked at the video when I was next home and it was her!

I tripped over Verne Troyer in a hotel lobby. He came zipping out of a lift on his scooter and he's so small I didn't see until it was too late

WonderingWillow, your post has brought me out in shivers all over! How lovely.

WonderingWillow that is absolutely lovely. Bless you.

One or two. I knew when I conceived DS, and also that he'd be a boy and I told DH and only DH so no one would laugh at me.

I was in the Navy and before I left to serve in the Gulf over Christmas 2007, I went to see my Grandma. We had become quite close since I learned how to drive, and she talked to me about her early life and she was a really, really interesting woman. Anyway, before I left I went to see her. I got a call at lunch to say the ship was leaving early and I had to get back. My GM was stressed about it because I had intended to stay over. I said 'don't worry, I'll come and see you when I get back' she said 'there's never enough time' and I hugged her and laughed it off. As I turned to go, I saw she was crying (I NEVER saw her cry; she was not the type!) and she hugged me in a kind of desperate way, and I remember my throat caught. She said 'oh my darling I'll miss you the most.' I thought she was mixed up, and I said 'I'll send postcards just like I did on the last trip, I'll come and stay as soon as I'm back' and she just looked so SAD. So horribly sad. As I drove away and saw her shrink in my rear view mirror, I knew we'd never meet in this life again.

She died on December 27th 2007, in her sleep; warm in her own bed with the Telegraph crossword half done in her lap, and a glass of whiskey on her nightstand.

She is my guardian angel. I know it. She has watched over me ever since, because it sounds awful; but ever since she died I've been 'protected' from things, or I've been more fortunate than I was before. I immediately realised after she died that the boy I was with wasn't meant for me. I broke it off with him and started dating my now DH. Little things too like having the exact amount of money left in my account to get my car fixed, a totally random job advert being placed on DH's desk and him applying for it and it changing the course of our lives and fortunes forever, a house in a perfect location being made available just as we needed it, after a chance conversation with a friend... Because there is NEVER enough time. She was right. When all doors are closed to me; she opens a window.

I died on the operating theatre having my wisdom teeth out.

I saw a brightness and remember feeling so peaceful. Then i remember my chest being pounded on and i woke up to a room full of doctors.

I could not move my head off my pillow for the next 2 weeks as i was so badly bruised and sore from being resuscitated.

I have a couple of 'small world' ones.
My parents have a an old friend, called Alan, that they knew years ago when I was a baby. He's American and they met when he was living in Ireland. Fast forward 35 years and one of my brothers was getting married to an American girl who lived in the same state as Alan. Alan was invited to the wedding and on meeting my new SIL's parents discovered that he knew them. They had been good friends about 30 years previously while living in a different state. He had been around when my SIL was born and attended her Christening.
Fast forwards another few years and my other brother met his future wife while living in London. She grew up a couple of streets away from my American SIL and they went to the same high school.

And finally, DH and I were in far eastern Russia and we went to church. We met a lady at the church who on finding out we are Irish said that she knew someone from Ireland, Mary Murphy (not the real name) and did we know her. We actually did. She was a member of the same church so maybe that narrowed down the numbers a bit but still.
It's a small world.

About seven years ago I was in Cornwall and went for a walk along a coastal path. At a gateway I let a man through and we paused and talked for a minute or two about what a fantastic place this was and a beautiful day. All the time I kept resisting the urge to tell him he looked so like a famous British/Hollywood actor, lets call him JL. But I thought nothing more of it, perhaps just a coincidence. That evening I called into a fish and chip shop in the nearby town. The assistant said that JL had just been in 2 minutes ago and bought a fish supper for his family who were holidaying here.

I have some other posts, but will need to name change or I will be outed.

I was waiting for my friend in a coffee shop. She was late, and I picked up a copy of the local paper from the next table, to read while I waited. Flicking through, I noticed a small article about my friend - the one I was waiting for! She had been arrested for shoplifting in the local mini-market and had been sentenced to community service.

It took all the strength I could muster to put a bland face on and act normal when she arrived. She never knew that I knew. We've lost touch now (not because of the stealing - we all make mistakes!).