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. :)

Some of these are amazing!

I am not woo at all and don't believe in ghosts (until I see one I guess!) but ... I lost time once!

I was a student in Newcastle and was getting an early train from Newcastle Central station to Birmingham New Street to visit my best friend from back home. It should have taken maybe 15 minutes max to get from my house to central station and I had allowed nearly an hour. I went straight there by the normal route. When I got there, I had missed the train! Where had those 45 minutes gone? At the time I presumed I must have fallen semi-asleep on the way as it was early in the morning but now I'm older I think something very odd must have happened.

I do occasionally get quite strong deja-vu in places I have never been. It's a very strange feeling.

I had just moved into a new house (aged 11) and as my parents were cleaning it I sat at the window watching a boy on a playing on a skateboard across the road. I heard an audible (to me only) voice say that I would marry him one day. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

In April we will have been married for 14 years and have 4 lovely children :-)

Therenter that's lovely

Bumbiscuits there is something called Situs inversus in which the internal organs, mainly heart and lungs are inverted. My friends niece has it, she is happy and healthy!

When I was younger - under 8 I think - I was travelling in the back of a car and looked up to see a burnt out helicopter with a figure in, flying in the sky. It didn't freak me out at the time but has increasingly as time has gone on.

My dad was not a well man and spent a lot of time in hospital. He had a very vivid dream one night that dm's brother was on TV because something bad was going to happen. He was very distraught, to the point that the nurses had to ask DM to come in, well before normal visiting time. DM calmed him down and convinced him nothing bad was going to happen.

That night the barracks in the town where dm's brother lived were bombed, killing several people including a family friend. Dm's bro was interviewed extensively on the local and national news as he was the vicar of that town.

Dad also dreamt about a passenger ferry sinking in the Channel, the day before the Zebrugge disaster.

My GM say up in the middle of surgery under general anaesthetic and said "Christopher Simon". This was at the exact moment her DiL had a premmie baby, who they named Christopher Simon and had baptised before she came round.

CountryMummy1 You may be interested in this link:

www.independent.co.uk/environment/nature/killer-grey-seals-are-mutilating-porpoises-off-north-sea-coast--and-scientists-warn-human-swimmers-could-be-next-9884489.html

What an interesting thread! I'm forever checking the clock aNd its 11.11. How weird, different clocks in different places. Also had a close call. Just after graduating I moved to a house which was four bedsits and a shared shower room, bathroom. It's wasn't great but was cheap and close to friends. I was there for maybe six months, then moved to a housing association flat. The weekend after I moved out the girl who lived in the bed sit next to me was attacked and murdered by the girl who lived upstairs. Too close for comfort.

On the day of 9/11, I was on holiday, that afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about a plane crash, I remember thinking that there hadn't been one for a long time. We got back to the hotel, and the news was on in the bar and everyone was talking about what had happened. I told my family then but they didn't believe me.

When I was about 11 I watched the BBC's adaptation of David Copperfield. Daniel Radcliffe was playing young David.

I was also, around at the time, reading the first Harry Potter books.

A couple of years later, when they announced casting calls for the HP films, CBBC did this thing where they asked people to write in and say who they thought would be good for the main roles. I actually wrote a letter saying something along the lines of "the kid who plays young David in David Copperfield".

No-one ever really believes me on this. Sigh. Should have become a casting agent.

I swear this is true ha ha! I'm half way through reading this thread and have just gone to make a cup of tea and there is a mushroom (a closed cup from the supermarket not one growing) on my living room carpet, 2 in the hallway and one on the kitchen floor, hubby is at work, kids are at mils there is no logical explanation for this, they weren't there when I came in here half an hour ago........

I read a thread on here, a sad story about a young man who died a tragic accident, his ex partner was telling the story on here and was getting support that she needed from Mumsnetters about how to deal with her, and her sons, grief.

It just stuck in my head for some reason and I felt kind of connected in some way.

A few months later I saw an old schoolfriend, she asked me did I hear about Mark - a friend of hers and an old boyfriend of mine, I asked what happened and she told me . . . It was him I read about earlier :(

There was no way I could have known.

Grrrrr just done a massive post and went to get a link to the news story and it vanished......
I'll do that one again first as I now have the link....
www.express.co.uk/news/uk/500120/Passenger-rushed-hospital-plane-runway-crash-Doncaster
I dreamt the night before we flew to ibiza that I saw a plane crash, even updated my facebook status about how would I be able to get on a plane after having that dream only to arrive at the airport to find it closed due to a plane crash landing on the runway!
Another one....I hadn't seen my dad in 15 years and was visiting friends down south who lived about 20 miles from where he lived so I willed up enough courage to knock on his door, only to have his neighbour pop out to tell me he was in hospital so I went to visit him in hospital and he died suddenly a week later!
And my weirdest one....a couple of years ago I had to make the same 45 minute journey 3 times a week and every time I set off at the exact same time, EVERY TIME! But this one morning I called past my house so I could fold the washing in the dryer, there was no reason for me to do it, in fact I'm terribly lazy at doing it, only doing it when I needed to use it again but there wasn't even any washing in the washer, so absolutely no reasoning whatsoever....so I ended up setting off 10 minutes later that usual, I was about 10 minutes into my journey when a police car over took me and stopped in front of me blocking the road, I got out to see why and he said that there had been a serious accident and was diverted. I later found out that at 9.15 a young girl had overtaken a lorry and crashed into a tree dying instantly, the next few times I did the trip I passed that tree at exactly 9.15! Every time I pass the tree I feel so sad but always whisper a little thankyou to what ever or who ever saved my life that day!

I've got one about my DF. I just want to give a bit of a trigger warning if anyone has been in a road accident.

He had helped me pack up all my belongings as I was leaving my job in London and returning home to the midlands to do further study. We stuffed the car and trailer full and headed off along the motorway. Just before Jnc 9, Bicester, a very sparkly dark green metallic car went past us in the fast lane (we were in the slow lane). It seemed to go very slowly past us and in the passenger seat was a a very pale moon-faced woman who stared at us. She had straggly washed out ginger hair and a really odd look to her. The thought occurred to me that she was quite Celtic looking, in her green car, and a bit not-quite-earthly (don't know how best to explain it). She stared so long at us that my DF asked if I knew her - I didn't. I wondered whether perhaps there was something wrong with the car and turned around to see some fabric flapping in the trailer. DF pulled over onto the hard shoulder and we checked the trailer but there was nothing wrong with it so I went to get back in the car. DF held back, I assume to let a vehicle go by but as I sat down, I saw a huge dark shadow over my shoulder and felt, rather than heard a large thud. My DF had been hit by a lorry and was carried some distance down the road.
People stopped to help, as did the lorry driver, but I was told at the time that DF died relatively instantaneously. I don't remember much clearly after the accident but before was crystal clear. I recalled the woman later and how odd and other-worldly the woman in the car was: it had to go on the police accident report and then the coroner's report as the reason we had stopped on the road in the first place.
I've spoken to a parapsychologist about it and he thought it might be a trauma-inspired mis-remembering of events or putting inappropriate weighting on an event that goes some way to explaining a horrible accident. However, I know how hard it struck me at the time that she was Celtic looking and odd or otherworldly. I can't shake the feeling since that she was something like a banshee or a harbinger (DF is from a scots borders family) but I've got nothing other than my testimony to go on and haven't heard anything else like it since then.

PlummyBrummy, I've often wondered whether there may be a figure or entity who causes fatal rtas. I've believed that we don't usually hear of it, because there aren't usually witnesses. It probably doesn't help that some randomer completely believes you but, I do.

From very early childhood, I envisaged my dads funeral. Not through choice, I didn't dwell on it, it just happened. I remember being distraught the first time. When he asked why, I told him I was scared of him dying but couldn't explain why. I had good reason.

Coupled with this, every time I saw a lone shoe, say on a roadside or in a field, I thought 'dead shoes' and went cold. No explanaition or reason as to why.

The visions of my dads funeral became stronger, more detailed and more frequent until -

My dad committed suicide when i was in my mid twenties and I knew before I received the call to identify him. He had strangled himself with shoelaces.

I haven't seen a single 'dead shoe' since.

Thanks AmantesSuntAmentes, it does help. Years of getting up the courage to tell people and having them smile politely then change the subject doesn't do much for your confidence either in your own memory or the validity of your story! It's an interesting theory you put forward and one I hadn't considered as I'd always thought of the woman as an announcement rather than a cause.
And for your own story: that sort of prior warning must have been a heavy burden.

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!).

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 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.

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.

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.

WonderingWillow that is absolutely lovely. Bless you.

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

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