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. :)

My Nana had always been a very independent woman who lived in her own home until she was in her 90's. Sadly as she became more doddery she became a bit of a danger to herself and had a few falls. Eventually we managed to persuade her to go into a home for a few weeks to see if she liked it, and obviously if she did she'd stay there (for her own safety more than anything).

About a week after she'd gone into the home I was off work and had this overwhelming urge to go and visit her there, so I did. She was fine, sitting in the communal living area with a cup of tea and we had a bit of a chat. I'd just come back from holiday so I told her about that. I stayed an hour, kissed her goodbye and left. As I got into my car I just knew that I'd never see her again, I pushed it to the back of my mind but she died ten days later.

Obviously when someone is as elderly as she was it's not entirely surprising when they die, but if you'd have seen her in that home she was as right as rain. Her mind was as sharp as anything, you'd never guess she'd die within days but she did.

I have a silly one and a couple of woo one's.

Was in a shop with dh and passed a promotional display of those coke bottles with a name on them, I was drawn to them as I have an unusual name and its never on stuff like that. In front of me, at eye level was dh' s name, his sister's, mother's and father's name all in a row. None of them live near us to have idly arranged them like it! (Disclaimer they do have pretty standard names like Matthew,David,Sarah and Rebecca)

I also met ds2 in a dream, I saw a small very dark haired toddler running through a grungy live music venue. When I had ds1 I was very surprised at his fairness, ds2 came along and I recognised him! I also started djing and putting on live gigs at a well known grungy music venue in my area when ds2 was around 3. Never brought the kids to work though!

Lastly dm was hoovering one day and halfway through got a strong urge to phone her mother, dg, straight away. She phoned to have the call answered by dm' s hysterical sister who was at the house with paramedics as dg had collapsed and died moments before.

Love this thread, so many interesting stories to all those with sad ones.

I too would like to see this in classcs but don't know how to ask MNHQ.

Lulu - on the OP, click on Report post and then when you're asked why you're reporting type that you think it should be in Classics :)

I didn't know Keith Floyd had died

When DM died I was awoken by a hand on my neck and a voice saying something I couldn't quite catch in a comforting tone.
One minute later the phone rang.

Which gives me hope we'll be able to get a few things sorted at some point.

Marking place! Have a few woo stories.

Mine are nothing amazing considering some of the stories here however.

I knew from the moment I was pregnant with dd1 that this one would stay (I had just had a mc) and that it would be a girl. To the extend I would not even consider boys names with dh. (Much to his frustration " but what if it IS a boy?") Never had that feeling with any of our other 3.
At 7 months pg with dd1 I dreamt we had another baby and what her name was. I was visiting my mother in DK in and the baby girl was wearing a specific dress. I suggested the name to dh who was adamant he didn't like it.

ffw 2 years dd2 was born and we named her what I had dreamt we would. She also looks exactly like in my dream and mil arrived with 2 dresses she had bought in M&S one pink one blue (for dd1 and 2) it is the ONLY time MIL has ever bought my children clothing. IT was the dress I had dreamt of dd2 wearing.

Many years before I met dh I was dating a NZ guy. We went on holiday in Devon. I had never been before, and hired a car. We drove around a fair bit and suddenly I said. " I have the strangest feeling of Deja vu " looked around (we were on a winding road with trees you could not see far) and said " there is a church on the right and then we go down a hill and there is this house with a odd window and then this big house on the other side" Sure enough as we drove down it was just like that & not laid out in what would be a usual manner for church manor houses in villages. Then BF looked at me spooked and I felt very odd too. So we simply drove off didnt say a word.

I even now wish we had stopped and looked around & I cant remember where in Devon we were or what small villages we were driving around. I am convinced I must have lived at that village in a past life. I grew up in DK but have always felt I had a part that was English.

I've got lots.
I vividly remember being 3-4 years old, I know this as I was attending Nursery.
My bed was under the window in my little bedroom in the upstairs flat that I grew up in. I used to move the curtains to look at the stars until I fell asleep. One night I moved the curtain and there was a 'thing' standing there - I can only describe it as similar to King Kong. Shocked, I quickly closed the curtain and screamed for Dm. She didn't come. Then there was a knock on my window, I pulled back the curtain again after a few minutes the 'thing' spoke to me but I couldn't understand him. We just looked at each other through the glass. I got scared again and screamed once more - nothing! despite my bedroom door being open and the closed living room door being just a few footsteps away.
I made a dash out of bed to run and tell Dm but I physically couldn't walk through the open door, like there was an invisible clear glass barrier stopping me - this started me really screaming. Seconds later the living room door opened and Dm - with her back to me went to reach and switch on the bathroom light, she absolutely couldn't hear me and I, all of a sudden, kind of fell/flew out of my doorframe in a heap on the landing floor behind her.
She almost shit herself and couldn't understand what had happened to snotty, shaking and hysterical me.

I swear to God I could fly - well some kind of levitation. It only happened when I slept at my GP's on weekends. Gdad would get up for work, I'd hear him go to the loo then head downstairs. A minute or so later I'd get up, walk out of the bedroom and 'fly' downstairs until I reached the bottom, then I'd walk again. EVERY time it happened I'd tell myself to see if it happened the next week, it always did. I don't remember exactly when it stopped, maybe 8-9 yrs old.

In Gp's house, from when I was young, I'd caught glimpses of a lady in a beige/cream dress - it took me a while to describe her as I had to see her a few times to put it all together. I could only really see her top half, her legs kind of stopped where her knees were and were fuzzy and I'd always said the lady had a pretty big necklace.
It wasn't until I went into detail describing the dress she was wearing that my Dgran looked quite shocked and changed the subject.
When I was around 10 - I helped Dgran to sort through some old things from the loft..... Out came her Grandmother's wedding dress - exactly how I'd tried to describe it but the 'pretty big necklace' was actually pearls elaborately sown in to the chest/bodice part. She died from complications following an accident, one of them being she had a leg amputated just above the knee.
My Dgran was so freaked out when I began talking about what I could see and had hushed me when it first started but she couldn't after I'd seen the dress.

As an adult -
I knew exactly when ds2 would be born and what time.
I was correct and he was born EXACTLY the same date and time, one year after I'd lost my beloved Grandma.
Everyone - Midwives, ExDh, my Dm, family, friends were skeptical to say the least.
My Granda was the first person I called that morning - he had believed me, the only one. I've lost him now too and even today, remembering that phone call, still brings a lump to my throat.

I've seen many many Mediums over the years but one that truly shocked me was a Lady I was seeing for the first time. She knew nothing about me except my name, she didn't even get the chance to ask me anything more.
As I entered the room, she said hello, sit down and immediately she said to me
''No! no! no! I want you to listen to me please sweetheart, You are not on this earth for other's to hurt, please understand what I'm telling you, IT wasn't your fault and IT'S still not your fault''
She can't have known she'd addressed my thoughts exactly. So many times I had said those things to myself. I've got a recording of it and it makes me shudder even now.

I've got more but I'm out of time so will add later.

My much loved Nan died unexpectedly on a visit to Ireland to visit us.
When her family went to her house to sort her personal effects she had left a letter on the kitchen table with the details of where her will was held and her funeral wishes. She was 66 and died of an aneurism.
We moved back to UK a couple of months later and I had a dream that my Nan came to visit and there was a party. Nan spoke to me and told me that she loved me and my family, but wouldn't be able to visit me like this again because she had to go on. She told me to run and tell my mum about speaking to her as soon as I woke up.
I did. 12 years later ( when I was 18) mum told me that she had asked her mum to visit us and dreamed we had a party for her- the same night I had my dream.

Solidur - are you because you wanted to marry your DH's predecessor and never knew he loved you that much?

JudgyHotPants - yours has made me realise I might have had a woo moment and not known it. I met up with PIL and GIL to do some shopping as MIL was giving me some money to get bits for the kids. I hadn't seen GIL for a while but I knew she hadn't eaten properly for a while. I could tell she had lost weight and she was already very slim. I felt very sad when I had said bye and they all walked away. I never saw her again . She was diagnosed with cancer and died 3 days later .

to everyone who has lost loved ones and friends, some of these stories are very sad, having looked back. x

Itsfab - hi! It's not that I wanted to marry him, no. We'd been together for a couple of years, and I really did care for him, hence we stayed good friends, with DHs blessing. But....I was only 22, he was 16 years older than me, a divorcé and I'd never in a million years believed that this was a long term relationship.

Then I met DH which blew everything out of the water and when I met up with Ex a couple of weeks after meeting DH to end things and tell Ex why, he was so kind. He gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me he understood and to go and be happy with DH, who was a good man who loved me. He even signed the register when I married DH, as my witness.

I feel very that five years later, Ex still loved me - I'd caused him enormous pain and there was nothing I could do about it except apologise profusely. He was so kind and dignified and never, ever had anything but praise for DH for making me happy.

Don't feel sad that someone still loved you. It is a nice thing.

My first love and I will always have feelings for each other but we are both married to other people now. Me very happily, him not and we just met too young for it to work out for us. Strangely I dreamt about him last night for the first time in ages and it really unsettled me.

I'm probably going to out myself with this, but all my grandparents' grandchildren (5 of us) are born on either the 14th or 8th of the month. My birthday is the 14/08 and my DCs birthdays are also on 14th & 8th - one was born 2 weeks late and the other by ELC a day after his due date as they were fully booked on the 7th.

I always thought 14/8/2014 was going to be really special and I'd win the lottery or something, but nope, nothing. I had the most boring birthday ever.

Last night I had a dream that I found a woman's handbag, and spent the rest of the dream trying to track her down. I put it down to the weird dreams I usually have in my PMT week, but was running for a taxi this morning when I saw what looked like an abandoned woman's bag. I then saw an abandoned pair of trainers, and a car that had been broken into, so I reported that and the bag to the Police. Need to phone them and see if they reunited the bag (which could have been from the car) with it's owner.

When my beloved cat died suddenly and without warning many years ago I was hysterical with grief. I was very unhappy at the time, life had not been brilliant and he had been one of the few constants in my life for the past decade or so. I had a habit of dreaming about loved ones who had died (Mum, Granny) and had told myself that this was how I knew they were ok.
Sure enough, I dreamt about him, several times, I could see him, though others couldn't, and I held him until it was time for him to go.

When DD was born a tiny bit of me wanted to think that she was the reincarnated spirit of my cat. I don't really believe it, though they both share a love of throwing themselves to the floor, a big appetite and a general dislike of the hairbrush

I was at a barbecue, chatting to a friend of a friend. For some reason the talk turned to dogs, and the man I was speaking to said 'you know what breed of dog you don't see much if these days? Dachshunds.'

Literally 10 seconds later someone walked into the garden with two dachshunds!

About ten years ago I was at work when I had the strong urge to go up and visit a friend of mine. I knew she'd been struggling but hadn't heard from her for ages. It was such a strong feeling that I dashed up in my lunch hour in a taxi. She was there with a mutual friend having only come back that day, very briefly to pick up some belongings, as she'd fled to another city because an ex was completely freaking her out. It was quite amazing that I'd caught her in.
The flat she lived in was one of the oldest buildings in the city - a former children's home - and she tell me of some really odd things that she had witnessed. Despite having mental health issues that would later cause her to take her own life, I absolutely believed her.

I was driving and Amy Winehouse Back to Black came on. I'd heard it so many times before but it just sounded different. It sounded ' old' and it occurred to me that one day it would be old and they'd play it as a way to remember her after she died. The next day she died.

My sil had been desperate to conceive for a while and one morning I mentioned her to my dd who could barely speak at the time and she kept saying sil's name back to me and ' baby'. I said to dh I bet sil is PG. About 3 weeks later she called to tell us she was.

When I was about 8 I woke in the night and could hear the telly on in my mums room, it was an episode of Alf Garnet, could hear the actual words it was so clear. I got up to go in and see her and saw the telly was off and my mum was sounds asleep. No remotes in those days so no way she could have turned the tv off in the meantime.

Was shocked to find out was pg with dc3 and confused as to what to do about it. Was at work and absent mindedly asked my df (dead) to help me. That afternoon I overheard the receptionist muttering to herself and putting something in the bin. I don't know why but I went over and asked what she was throwing away and it was a package addressed to my maiden name which she didn't know so was about to throw it. I opened it and it was a baby clothes catalogue for a company I had never received anything from since I first became a mother and even then I was married and had my ' new' name. I just knew it was my dad telling me it would be ok (and it is )

Or it could just be a waking dream. Sometimes we hallucinate stuff, sounds are the most common, when we're half asleep, half awake, because the part of the brain which causes the dreams hasn't fully clicked you're awake yet but tries to fit things into your environment, hence thinking you hear DC crying or footsteps in the corridor.

I want to know what happens when you're dreaming and suddenly you wake up because of a loud noise, but the loud noise was somehow incorporated into your dream. E.g. once something fell over in my bedroom but in my dream I saw a car crash. Woke up immediately and realised the real source of the noise.

How do you know what to dream leading up to that point that the loud sound happened?! It's weird and when I think about it, the dream is often quite long and involved leading up to that point. I used to get it all the time with the radio.

Or it could just be a waking dream. Sometimes we hallucinate stuff, sounds are the most common, when we're half asleep, half awake, because the part of the brain which causes the dreams hasn't fully clicked you're awake yet but tries to fit things into your environment, hence thinking you hear DC crying or footsteps in the corridor.

I want to know what happens when you're dreaming and suddenly you wake up because of a loud noise, but the loud noise was somehow incorporated into your dream. E.g. once something fell over in my bedroom but in my dream I saw a car crash. Woke up immediately and realised the real source of the noise.

How do you know what to dream leading up to that point that the loud sound happened?! It's weird and when I think about it, the dream is often quite long and involved leading up to that point. I used to get it all the time with the radio.

Not nearly as good as the other ones here, but my sister was born on the 9th September 1990, at 9 minutes past 9 and she weighed 9lbs 9oz.

Also my mum says she saw her guardian angel when she was little, she was about 6 and in her bed at night, and saw a really tall, larger than life sized man with huge wings but she didn't feel scared. She hasn't seem him since though!

Quiero, I have a similar thing! The number 2 or 22 occurs a freaky amount of times in my life. Nearly every significant person in my life's birthday is on the 2nd or 22nd and people very close to me have died on these dates too. Once when I was on holiday with some friends and waiting for the plane to come home I started telling them about all the 2's and 22's in my life. They called our flight and we had to go to gate 22! One of them was so freaked out he nearly refused to get on the plane!

I was speaking to a colleague once about clairvoyants etc and said I'd never go to one as I'd lost my dad when I was younger and felt I could be upset by it all and don't really believe in it anyway. She said she had lost her dad too and her sister had looked into numerology as the number 2 appeared so much in her life once he'd died! (This was without me saying anything about my 2's) She kept looking at the clock at 2.22 etc. She says she found that the number 2 is very significant when someone has died and means they are watching over you. I went cold and shivery when she said this!

I see the number 2 all the time when I'm going through a tough time and now take it to mean my dad saying 'don't worry, it will all be ok,' and it always is. The one that springs to mind most recently is I'd applied for a job, my interview was on the 22nd at 2pm. I got a call a few days later to say I hadn't got it. Kept seeing 2's everywhere... - I found a picture of my dad was when he was really young and had just joined the army. His army issue bible was in the same box and to keep the picture safe, I opened the bible to put the picture in and it opened at psalm 2.22. Got a call a few minutes later to say they'd made a mistake and I'd got the job! Another favourite was when I was pregnant with DS. I'd gone overdue so they decided I'd be induced after the weekend. I was to go to ward 2 on the 22nd at 2pm. My mum and DH were very freaked out! DS went and ruined it by arriving on the 21st.

I know you could say I look for the 2's and see them when I want to but it is ridiculous how often they are there at significant times.

Oh and this may out me, but I was born on 22nd feb 1980. This meant I turned 22 on 22.2.2002.

Bertie I read somewhere that the brain 'fills in' retrospectively the details that make the noise seem like part of your dream. Disclaimer: I have no reference for this, and can't remember where/when I read it...