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. :)

Just remembered another - when pregnant with DD1 the bus to work went past the maternity unit - I used to look up at the top floor and think "I'll be there soon". Did a hospital tour and realised that was the SCBU floor, but couldn't shake the feeling that I'd be there soon. DD1 born shortly after, 7 weeks early, I was in one of the top floor wards.

LoisHatesChristmas I did something very similar, at a sleep over at my friends I drifted off to sleep on the floor in the living room and the rest were watching a film, I woke up a bit later in such a state of panic and upset had to run up to the bathroom to get out of the room I was in, rang my mum the next morning and she told me my uncle had died in the night

Mine don't quite fit into the believe or not and happened more to my mum. Anyway one night when we were kids the phone rang in the middle of the night... mum answered it, no one there... turned out to be exact same time her uncle died and same night. She found out in the morning. This was a favourite uncle who actually saved my mum (and my brother and I) by leaving her a substantial inheritance (and antiques) and she'd nursed him when he was dying of cancer. She wasn't expecting anything.

There was also another story sure I've posted it here but is about a haunting in a house where my mum shared with friends - years later a mutual friend of theirs said she'd had very similar experience (my mum's was more woo than ghost) but neither had ever told the other or friends about it.

Very strangely when I was in New York at South Street Seaport i had the strangest feeling I'd been there before - very deja vu.

Also I had a dream as a 10 or 11 year old about a funfair, under a bridge and some sort of caravan park - I mentioned it to my mum and it was same location/fair as when we'd gone there when I was about 4 or so after my mum got divorced from my dad and the social/doctor organised a holiday as my mum couldn't afford one. I had no recollection of this holiday apart from vaguely maybe sitting on the steps of the caravan.

There are others.... more my mum's, I think she's more woo than me. i do get spooked by certain places. I was in the Old Cheshire Cheese Pub off Fleet Street on a haunted pub tour recently and even though it's not said to be haunted I got a really strange feeling sort of ominous - it's quite cavernous there with different rooms. I got so freaked out I refused to go to the ladies toilets by myself. The other pub we went to on the other hand that was haunted I was fine in!

To everybody who has seen the spirit of a loved one/felt their presence/knew they were dead before being told so- Dit it also help you with the bereavement process? I didn't really grieve for my ex because I knew he would die and I saw his spirit on the night of his passing. It confirmed to me that there is an afterlife and he had simply gone onto 'the other side'. I sound ridiculously woo to anybody who hasn't experienced this but I can't explain the immense comfort it gave me to be warned of his death before I was actually told.

I felt someone slap me on the shoulder in a pub once. We were having a meal to celebrate a family birthday and because there was so many of us we had a section of the building to ourselves. Well someone whacked me and I turned around, expecting to see a family member walking behind me to go to the bad or something, but there was no one there and everyone in the party was still sat at the table.

Before I went to college, a woo friend and I did some dousing (needle on a hair, ask yes or no questions).
We both went through school single and asked if we would have relationships in college/uni.
After asking loads of questions we narrowed it down to a specific name, not one that would really be associated with our generations, and both thought it was bollocks and did something else.
Within a few weeks my friend had a boyfriend with the same name and I found out I was related to someone (but had no idea he existed before) with that name.
When we got together my friend was completely freaked out and won't douse (dowse?) again!

Also, my GM died a few years ago, it was completely expected and sort of a relief because she was just a shell of her former self.
The night after she died I was having a dream and she kind of pushed her way into the dream, interrupting it, and said that she was fine now. She looked younger than I ever remembered her being.
After that I felt completely at ease with her dying.

I also had a dream "interrupted" by someone else I knew who had died. He said to tell X "don't throw it away, you might regret it". I mentioned this to someone close to this person, and it turned out that the day after I had the dream, the person was sorting out her late husband's things. I had no idea.

I've also dreamt about deceased pets, most notably a gorgeous cocker spaniel who was run over when he was a few months old. Pretty much every bone in his body was broken, my parents were away, so my dsis and I had to make the decision (aged 17) to have him pts.
A couple of weeks after I dreamed he was in the field outside our house, limping but looking happy.
A few weeks after that, I saw him again but running freely and looking back to full health and happy. It was really comforting.

Comforting dreams....my very best EVER.

I woke up in the night in my parents house, the one I'd grown up in. I could hear the low murmur of voices from the sitting room - indistinct chat and laughter, obviously 2 people having a jolly good catch-up

I went noiselessly (cos I was in night things, no shoes) downstairs and opened the sitting room door. Stunned silence from within, then my mum, who was sitting in her usual armchair diagonal to the door, looked up, and said "oh! It's our Buttercup!" Big smile. Dad, who was sitting in his usual chair, back to the door, turned his head round. I kissed the top of his head then crossed the room to mum.

And then I woke up. And it made me SO happy that they'd found each other. Dad died years before mum.

Love that dream(smile)

Dishwasher, I can really empathise with the comfort the memory of your dream brings you

When my second child was old enough to talk he'd chat about 'his name #2'. Sometimes it was a girl, sometimes a boy, they looked like dc2 and lived in the stars. This went on for a few years then stopped at about 5. Well, when I was pregnant with him I had a heavy bleed at 13 weeks. I went to hospital and got examined and told I'd sadly lost the baby. A scan showed I hadn't. But I had lost his twin - which was explained to me years later. I'd never discussed this in front of dc.

Bil commited suicide and used to come back to my dp.One day my dp come in and told mehe had a visit off bil and i was next on teh list.List being i was gonna die,but bil said he was trying to do something about it.

Anyway few months later my mam took ill,she was in and out of hospital.After Christmas 2000 she died.We were not expecting it.Soon after my dp had a visit from bil which he told my dp that my mam had gone instead of me.She had taken my place.

Dustarr :(
How awful for you

Butter, your dream sounds lovely.

I also had dreams after MIL died, but it wasn't as happy. It was as if she was hiding in the dreams, not part of them, but she'd be huddled into a doorway, or once curled up on a high wide shelf.
She had an awful marriage, her husband was emotionally abusive, had a very long standing affair (is now with the OW and passing her off as a new girlfriend, yeah, if 40 years can count as new! Wanker).
She was lovely but very cynical and quite bitter about everything.
In the dreams she was very gaunt and thin, it gave the impression that all the shit she put up with in life she carried into death and carried on being unhappy.
I know it's not real, but I hope she's happy now. Either that or she should come back and haunt her twat husband :o

HellKitty is your DS left handed? I watched a documentary which included a bit about twins and quite often if only one survives they are left handed. I've always wondered how often this happens especially as I am left handed and would have loved to have been a twin

I had a very comforting dream a few years ago. My best friend committed suicide in October 2008. On Xmas Eve I had a dream that I was at her house, in her room with loads of other friends. It was a going away party because we all knew sge was going to die. Everyone was happy and chatty though. in my dream my friend was doing the rounds, saying her goodbyes. When she got to me she handed me a big manilla envelope full of photos and letters. I started to pull one out, but she stopped me and told me to save them til I really missed her, or needed her. I agreed, hugged her....and woke up.

To this day, if I'm having a shit time, I'll come across a photo or letter, or her mum will email ne a photo she's just found of us.

I had a very comforting dream a few years ago. My best friend committed suicide in October 2008. On Xmas Eve I had a dream that I was at her house, in her room with loads of other friends. It was a going away party because we all knew sge was going to die. Everyone was happy and chatty though. in my dream my friend was doing the rounds, saying her goodbyes. When she got to me she handed me a big manilla envelope full of photos and letters. I started to pull one out, but she stopped me and told me to save them til I really missed her, or needed her. I agreed, hugged her....and woke up.

To this day, if I'm having a shit time, I'll come across a photo or letter, or her mum will email ne a photo she's just found of us.

Babystone my mum is pretty sure I am a remaining twin (she had a miscarriage, I was born a month early but would have been a bit late for original dates) and I am a leftie :O

Oh, remaining twin things here's one few people believe. My Dad 'absorbed' his twin. They found out at an Xray he had before back surgery or something like that there was a teeny, tiny embryo in a cyst in his neck. It's still there. I found the whole idea super creepy!

lady thats so sad.

I've got a friend who killed herself too. I found the other day a sympathy card she gave me when my nana died.

The other strange one I went to a spiritualist church and got a message from paternal grandad about my mum's back fence being broken and needed fixing - true. Message got his name Charles right too. I've called my new cat Felix which was his middle name. I wasn't close to him at all but I feel he's watching over me, god knows why!

For a not-very-interesting work related reason, I and my family were invited to a garden party at Tony and Cherie Blair's country retreat. After trying to get my DS to biff their youngest Leo at inflatable gladiators (he failed miserably and was biffed considerably himself) I left something ripped out of a newsletter (SchNEWS) in their guest room. This picture.

Caththiefkeith I saw [https://m.flickr.com/#/photos/brizzlebornandbred/8397211855/ this ]] when I was younger. Funnily enough I was thinking about it the other day wondering if I had imagined it but knew I hadn't. There were seals there too.

Bugger ,this

Babystone, I've just seen this. No, he's definitely right handed!

Friend of a friend, but totally true. He was having a terrible day having been told at work that morning that he was being made redundant. He told his girlfriend who dumped him on the spot (presumably for a culmination of reasons). As he was wandering down the street wondering how things could get worse, he looked up at the sky and a seagull shat into his mouth.

I used to follow peachesgeldoff on Instagram, and a few times I would shed a tear when seeing pics etc because the random thought came to me that she could die and I worried about her children

I have a massive, unshakeable feeling that our way of life will come to an end in my lifetime. It's unsustainable.

I keep it to myself.

Apart from regularly urging my dh to buy a holiday cottage in the middle of nowhere, which he is reluctant to do.