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

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I have two. I told a friend totally out of the blue that Michael Jackson would be dead six weeks from now, he was. I pointed at the screen and told a friend whilst watching Loose Women that Linda Bellingham would die soon of cancer.
I dunno why i felt compelled to say those things but i felt i needed to.

No criticising, hairsplitting or arguing pleae.

Be brave and tell. :)

When I was in my teens I had an overwhelming feeling that I would die in my early thirties. Everyone I told said that I was being silly etc.

A few years ago, everything was going really well for us, we had a lovely young family, great jobs, no worries at all and we had just moved into our dream house. I had an overwhelming feeling that something was going to burst our bubble. I just knew it. Again anyone I told said that I was being silly.

When I was 32 my liver failed due to an auto immune disease. I was in hospital and although I didn't die and I'm now very healthy, my consultant said that I would have died within two years if I hadn't received treatment.

I somehow just knew.

I seriously think most of my life has been a "nobody would ever believe me" story.

I had that "I'm going to die before I hit 40" feeling. I had it ever since my teens, although it didn't actively bother me a lot of the time; but it was still always there. I didn't, because I'm still here - but my Mum died 2 weeks before my 40th birthday. She herself had always thought that she would die when she was 27 - she didn't of course, but she did die in 2007.

Bit far fetched, I suppose, but still a bit "oo, that's a bit weird".

500smiles - when I was first pregnant I wanted a girl as I had just finished nannying for one and adored her. Later I started wanting a boy and when ever I imagined him he was laid in his cot wearing jeans and a checked shirt.

I did have a boy. He did have jeans and a checked shirt but he was bigger than when I "saw" him in his cot .

I was convinced for a long time I would die at 39 and went to sleep the night before my 40th convinced I wouldn't wake up. For many years I was fine with dying at a relatively young age as my life had been one long battle and a fight to stay alive. Then I had children... I still think I won't make old bones though.

Another one.

About 6 or so years ago, I had a very vivid dream which involved lots of the usual weirdness, but the bit I remembered when I woke up was that a woman clearly told me to go to an address in New York City. It was East 27th and 3rd Avenue, I'll never forget it.

When I next went to NYC, I made DP go there with me, expecting some profound thing to be there, but there was nothing, just a normal apartment block.

About 5 years ago , dh and I went into Manchester for a night out. The date was 9/11.

We had booked a hotel room prior to the night out, and checked in on arrival to the city to drop our stuff off. Our room number was 911.

The morning after, we opened the curtains after getting ready to see..
a plane flying towards the hotel. And our room was quite high up, with the hotel being high rise, as it were. Scary wasn't the word.

Obviously, the plane was circling to land at Manchester Airport, but with the onus being on 911 here, our minds at the time were somewhere else, many years before, in 2001.

Also, many years ago:

A colleague of mine was killed while crossing a busy road that we used to get to and from work. She was crossing the road with friends and stopped to tie her shoelace. Then she ran to catch up with her friends, not seeing a vehicle heading towards her.

A few months later in the morning, I was about to cross the same road, when a voice said to me 'don't cross, there's a car coming'. The road was deserted, no moving traffic.

I looked around to see who said it, and there was nobody there. I checked again for traffic, none there, so stepped out again, 1 foot on the road, and suddenly a car came speeding up the road from nowhere. I stepped back quickly, and noticed when I looked down, that my shoelace was undone...

Long after I left my home town, my housemate confided a traumatic family story. Which culminated in her mother giving up her half sister for adoption. I realised as she told it that I knew the family who had adopted the baby 25 years earlier and then moved to our town. I never told her. I didn't think it was my story to share.

Lurleene
Oh my goodness! I don't think we were abducted! Would I know?!
I've gone all goosepimply now!
Thanks for replying, I'll have a Google :)

I've had some 'woo' issues around my cat. I never liked cats and never wanted one, our cat just decided on us and that was it really. She'd barge in when I opened the door and go straight to the kitchen like 'Finally, I'm starving!' I resisted, but she would sit on the doorstep all night yowling and nobody else was claiming her so I eventually gave in, and she set about training me up as her owner. I don't think I ever won one battle of wills! She lived with us for seven years and I ended up totally besotted with her. Then she suddenly became very ill. I found out on a Monday and she was put to sleep in our home on the Thursday. I was devastated. I've lost friends and family before but nothing hit me as hard as this, I really struggled to cope. Something I remembered later was that she had begun to refuse to go near the sofa months before she died. That was where I held her when she was euthanized.

At some point in the weeks after her death a big dark moth flew in through my window, which would normally make me panic and tear the house apart until I found it, but I was so upset I just watched it settle on my son's old moses basket and then forgot about it. Months later I carried the basket downstairs to store it in the under-stairs cupboard. The moth flew up and sat on the ceiling above my head. Bothered by it now I switched off every light but the one in the cupboard. It flew in and I shut the door. The next morning I felt like I should set it free, so in my head I told the moth I would let it out but it had to leave through the window. I opened the door, the moth immediately flew towards the window and made its way under the net curtain. I opened the window and it flew away. Maybe there was some connection there, though I know it's unlikely!

I actually only stopped thinking about her all the time after I had a vivid dream that she was angry I wouldn't leave her alone. She was in the garden and I was indoors scratching at the window trying to get to her. Her face transformed so she looked like a lioness and she snarled at me.

And I would say that's it, except that I have a 6 month old kitten now who occasionally looks like she's playing with someone, especially when she's messing around with the living room curtains which is something our old cat loved to do. Also she will sometimes sprint over to me to hide under my legs, looking at me like she has been chastised. Maybe she's just a little bit eccentric...

500smiles, what did your sister think about you kissing the head of an imaginary baby on your lap?

Weevil, Flump and Barbara ... I do believe you should take notice of intensely bad feeling about a person, however irrational it seems. I'm not remotely woo, but have a healthy respect for our ability to pick up subliminal clues in the real world.

I'm not woo at all, coincidental dreams a lot though. I've dreamt twice about planes. Night before 911, i dreamt we were at war, hiding under a dining table from a plane that was heading for the house. On holiday this year i dreamt a plane crashed into the resort. The next day the Malaysian Air flight went missing.
I'm actually not scared of flying, though you'd think i was!

LadyFlumpalot your tale reminds me of a similar episode I had when I was about 18. I too was living in the arse end of no-where with my Bull Terrier. There was four houses there but the other three were occupied by weekenders only so I was alone in a little hollow 90% of the time. It was a cold crisp moonlit night and I was walking the dog back to the house when I noticed a man ( I assume from the shape) standing in the field on the opposite side of the road to my house. I could have hit him with a stone if I had wanted to he was that close but still a bit distant. I stood still to see if my eyes were deceiving me and trying to think if there was a tree stump or something there that I could mistake for a man. He was standing on the cultivated earth of the field though and in that instant I saw his breath come away from him. I started shouting to two dogs I did not have, 'Rocky, Apollo', in the hope that he would think I had more back up than I had.
I went into the house and snuck up the stairs to look between the curtains in my unlit bedroom to get a better look at him but he was not there.
I was tempted to have a look in daylight for footprints but decided either way it was going to freak me out and chose not to know. It put the wind up me good and proper as I was used to walking miles round the lanes there and never seeing another soul. I didn't venture out for a fortnight and took the dog to work with me and walked her in my lunch hour instead.

Two more (very outing ones)...

I have slept through two hurricanes, both times blowing windows open and trees over outside.

My dad was in the attic and fell through the ceiling, landing in my cot. Luckily i wasnt in it!

This wil out me if anyone i've told this story to is on MN but never mind. Most people tend to think i'm making this up when i first tell them.

When i was in hospital giving birth to DD1, I was in the final stages, the midwife was sat at the end of the bed with her head between my legs (as is normal i presume). I'd just pushed and she said to me "great job Tea, I can see baby's head now."

She then promptly fainted

I didn't know what had happened at first. One minute she was there and talking to me. Next she was just gone!

For about 30 seconds no-one even moved. DH was just stood there likethis->
Then I flt the next urge to push and screamed at him "For Gods sake FUCKING DO SOMETHING!!!

He ran out to get help, but it turned out the department was extremely busy and many other women had inconveniently chosen that time to give birth as well so they couldn't spare me another midwife. I was assisted in the final bit of delivery and after birth by the v.v. senior consultant in the department, whilst a student dr and the receptionist attempted to help the poor unconscious midwife (who they literally had to drag out of the way so the Dr could get to me)

Midwife was ok thankfully (and even came to see me on the ward the next day to apologise bless her!) but we never did find out why she passed out. When my mum came to see us she was teasing DH saying "Did you faint then?" He said "No but the nurse did!" It took about half an hour to convince her we were being serious.

it was bloody terrifying at the time but we can laugh about it now. I did insisiton on a c-section for my next 2 births though...

Oh for fuvks sake I spent an hour writing a long story and it's gone :(

V cross :(

Totally non-woo, a bit "cousin's sister's auntie's brother"

My DH's predecessor, who I dumped for DH was once married to the daughter of a very, very, very well known film director who died in 1999. I couldn't live up to that! We stayed good friends.

When DD1 was less than a year old he came to visit, got horrifically drunk and confessed that he still loved me, and if DH hadn't come along he would have asked me to marry him.

Miscellaneous I'm now dying to know what your story is...

I fell through the ceiling in out house... twice... in exactly the same place! Having work done on our house we'd just had it all plastered and dp was putting down the floorboards after rewiring, except i fell backwards and fell through with my feet dangling in the hall below.

Got it all fixed and plastered all over again and now a few months on and 6 months pregnant we were moving something in the same room, I said haha this is where i fell last time, god can you imagine if that happened again now i'm pregnant - queue me falling through yet again! Its a joke in our family now and luckily I was fine but for the embarrassment of calling the plasterer back to do the same ceiling and having to explain why!

The 2nd is a bit woo, it was a Friday morning and my cat who only ever moves between the radiator and his food bowl decided to sit at the top of the stairs on the landing and stare down them. I found him hours later in the same position and started to get a bit freaked out as he's 15 and has never done anything like this in his life. That evening even dp came in from work and asked me what as up with him, we tried food to get him to come down but he didn't even eat that night.

Dp was going out and staying over at his friends so it was just me and ds who is 2. On my way to bed there's the cat still sat there staring down the bottom of the stairs, getting freaked out now I just ignored him and ran to my room and shut the door.

Through the night there was a huge storm, even the tree in our garden lost branches and ds was crying on and off so I had hardly any sleep but I woke up to hearing a voice saying get up now. I looked at my phone and it was 10 past 6, way too early so i got up to go the toilet and went back to bed, I looked on the stairs and the cat had finally moved and I could hear him walking around downstairs. Ds woke up and i put him in my bed with me for a bit then about half 7 we went downstairs.

As i'm half way down the stairs I see the front door wide open so start panicking, we have vestibule doors but these are closed tight so i immediately start looking round to see if anything had been taken. Nothing had, my laptop had been right by the door in the living room and was still there.

Still freaks me out that I dont know how the door opened, its one of those you have to lift the handle up to lock it and i always do it before i go to bed which i did that night. the only way it could have opened was with a keep either side. But the cat has never sat on the stairs in the same way again.

I woke up one day and remember I'd dreamt that my best friend, who lived abroad and was due to give birth in two weeks' time, was having her baby. I called her mobile and her mom answered because my friend was, indeed, at hospital giving birth. When I told her mother she called me a witch!

I told my mum about these dreams,

I had a dream where I was pregnant and I gave birth to a premature baby who died minutes later. The baby was tiny. A few days later I found out I was pregnant. Throughout my pregnancy I kept having terrible dreams where I had my baby premature and the baby died. The doctors kept trying to take my baby away from me but I wouldn't let them. I kept having the dream over and over, it was awful.

I had my son at 24 weeks and he died two hours after he was born. He was my first baby, mg first pregnancy and I'd tried for him for two years. I really wanted him.

And another,

In April my step dad was in a coma from a car accident. My mum was devastated and thought he was going to die. I told her it was all going to be ok, because I could see him in the garden with a little girl running towards him. A week or so after he woke up I found out I was pregnant. And turns out I'm expecting a girl :) he's not made a full recovery but everyday he's getting better, tis all very odd

Still in chat? Does no one else think it merits Classics? Please suggest it to MNHQ if you do :)

So sorry Lurking

Congratulations on your pregnancy though xxx

I had a imaginary brother when I was little and chose a name for him, lets call him James. I later found out that I had an older brother who died at birth and he was called James.
I never mentioned it to my DCs as it'd freak them out. One day DS told me that he dreamt that I had a brother. His name was James but we'd never met him because he was in heaven.

I absolutely always get the sex of a baby right when I meet someone who is expecting. I know I have a 50% chance anyway, but I've never been wrong. Not once. Saying that I've never met anyone who is pregnant twins or more, would like to in order to see if I'm able to predict the sex of multiple babies.

The only person I couldn't guess was me!