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. :)

Bum I've heard that story before so I either know you or I've read it on here before-have you put it on my previously?

Well it is probably the most interesting story about me so I have probably posted it before.

You aren't in the Midlands are you...

Agreed it is pretty interesting , not in the Midlands though no

My story is both unbelievable AND boring. I was once reading a book on my bed and switched on Radio 4. It was "Book of the week" and they were reading out the same book I was - and were on the same page I was on.

Bum - you posted it in here! Page 11

My Dad died unexpectedly this year. I live in Australia and had to fly back to the UK for the funeral. I work in IT and a couple of months after I got back to Australia I saw an odd icon on my work PC desktop. It was a scanned picture of a child's drawing, of a parent holding hands with a small child and it was timed and dated of the moment Dad died.

I am not woo at all but it freaked me out a bit - it would have needed somebody to scan the painting at work, accidentally send it to my email and then for me to drag it from my email to my desktop, which I didn't do.

cathpip the story about your mum and daughter is both sad and lovely.

So I did!

I am obviously so proud of my story I've had to post it twice!

I have a weird pregnancy one.
I'm a primary school teacher and when I became pregnant with DD1 I had a little girl in my class who was somewhat... unusual. Lovely girl, but just a bit different to the others. I'd found out I was pregnant a few days earlier and told no-one but DH. At hometime the unusual little girl put her arms around my waist and rested her head against my stomach. She had never hugged anyone before or since (she doesn't like touching). She looked up at me with a big smile and said "I can hear your baby!"

my Dad died suddenly 31st Jan 2015.. he was ill but not very ill, and hs heart failure was a complete surprise.

A month later my brother woke up..sobbing... after a dream in which he met my dad, who didn't know he was dead and was just chatting to him. DB was very very upset.

But 6 months later I woke up from the clearest weirdest dream. I was in my Dad's pub ( 100 miles from where I live) and he was suddenly there at the bar, chatting to someone. He was pleased to see me and suggested we went and sat outside. It was SO bright....blue sky, green grass and we sat on the grass. I was totally aware that Dad was dead and asked him how this was possible.. he laughed and said he didn't know but it was lovely to see me. i watched him plonk himself down onto the bright green grass and noticed that he COULD... he had severe arthritis and hadn't been able to move like that for years... and he looked like he was in his late 40s... not 69.I was totally aware that this was nuts and asked if I could take a photo on my phone.. he laughed and said 'go for it but I'm not sure if it will work being as I'm dead and all'.

I can't remember what we talked about, but he was WELL again, fit and healthy and happy.

I rarely dream and never in colour and I am totally convinced that my Dad was letting me know that he is ok now. It was SO clear and SO bright and real than I am sure he was letting me know that he is ok now!

FluffyRaggies (I think it's you; sorry if not!) - your ufo story really interests me.

How far above you do you think the object was?

How big - ie how much of the sky did it blot out? Was it, like, being 50 yards away from something the size of a plane iyswim? Just trying to get an idea of scale.

Did you look into if anyone else had seen it?

Think I have posted this before but this makes me believe in ghosts spirits.

Mil had a dog that adored my son. When son stayed over regularly at MIL the dog would either sleep on his bed or in the doorway of his room to protect him at night.
She only ever went upstairs when my son stayed as she liked the settee normally.
The dog had never had puppies but was such a softie but treated my son like one of her pups.

Anyway one night she died at MIL , we didn't know she had died but that night my son woke up and said 'goldie is in my room'
I told my son he was just dreaming but he was insistent.
Next morning we find out she had died.
It was a bit of a shock as my son never had dreamed she was in his room before or since then.

I like to think she came to say goodbye to my son.

StillMedusa I had a v similar experience. Dad died, neither him or I are remotely woo. Meet him in dream, tells me that he "went through" v easily but hated the paperwork! Asked him to tell me more and he said it "didn't work that way" but all great. He was wearing a specific tie, not the one we sent to funeral place. Day of funeral mum tells me she swapped his tie for (one he was wearing) at last minute no time to tell me. Utterly baffled.

A very sad and a bit of a disturbing story really.

It was when Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman disappeared. The tv crews were going about interviewing people when they spoke to the school caretaker. A voice popped into my head (literally, like it was someone speaking to me) and said "he did it". And of course he had done it, it was Ian Huntley.

I always felt like I should have said something to the authorities because it took several more days before they found the girls' bodies. But would anyone have taken it seriously? A voice in my head?

When I was a teenager I used to play darts in the pub - I was tolerably good, not brilliant, but I had a reputation for finishing games. Somehow I could "think" the dart into the double at the end & hardly ever missed - sometimes it seemed to swerve somehow

Also as a teen I would will things to go wrong happen & they mostly did - people tripping, missing goals - that sort of thing

DH & I were travelling in Australia & hadn't spoken to our parents for several weeks. I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling that something was very wrong at home - all I could think of was that DF must have had a car accident - he was a travelling salesman. We found a phone box & I rang - DF was fine but DM was all teary & said she had been wondering how to get hold of me (no mobiles then). She had just been diagnosed with breast cancer.

A few years after my exH died I dreamt I was walking through a shopping mall and I saw him walking towards me. He smiled, said 'hi' and asked how I was doing . I was a bit embarrassed, because I knew he was dead, but didn't want to point it out, but eventually blurted ' aren't you er ..'
'Dead?'he answered ' yeah but its all cool'
He asked me if our daughters were around and I told him they were upstairs, did he want me to get them?
He said 'no, but tell them I love them' and walked off into the crowd.

We had a very acrimonious relationship and divorce and he eventually died of drink/ drugs, but since this dream I have no bad feelings towards him.

I have quite a few woo stories but one sticks out to me. Dh died 10 years ago this year. He was only 29 and we had 3 young children. A year or so after he died I dreamt about him, as I did and still do regularly. He said to me "watch out for l and k, ( the names of my dnephews), and be careful about Oscar". Shortly after my dsis and her dp split up as he was having an affair. I helped dsis out quite a lot with my dnephews. Also my ds2 told me he was being bullied at school and that the child's name was Oscar. To top it off, our cat, named Oscar came onto my bed one morning howling in pain, bleeding everywhere. He had somehow torn the inside of his thigh and needed loads of stitches and antibiotics. He got well after I nursed him, then disappeared forever. He had come into our lives in a similar way, just appeared one day and wouldn't leave us alone.

Was told by my mother that as a toddler I used to see a man in the top bedroom of our old house and would tell her about this man a lot. A friend of mum's saw a lady in the window of same bedroom whilst driving past one day, nobody was in at that moment. I refused to sleep up there as a child as I was terrified. Brother didn't have a problem with it apparently.

Knew a split second before the phone rang that my mother was calling me to tell me something awful.

I think women are more perspective than men when it comes to this kinda stuff.

Back in 2002,I had a dream that a newspaper headline said Princess Margaret had died. 3 days later the newspaper said exactly that. More recently,I went to W.H. Smith with the intention of going upstairs to the book department. As I approached the shop,I thought to myself 'good job their lift is never out of order as I wouldn't fancy having to climb the 50-odd stairs (I have arthritis in my knees). Lo and behold,for the first time I can ever recall,the lift had an 'out of order sign' on it. Weird.

When I was 12 our landline started ringing at about midnight. I don't know why I was awake but whilst the phone was ringing I knew straight away it was because my Gran had passed away. She was still quite young (53) and it was an unexpected, sudden death.

My mum has weird dreams that come true, she once dreamt that my dad was going to have an accident at work and lose his job. She made him move jobs. He had the accident there.

She dreamt I had a man on top of me and would soon be pregnant (I hid it for 5 months as was a teenager)

When I had my baby blues while my baby was in special care the nurse asked if I had had any weird dreams. I said I had dreamt my baby was born without 2 fingers and I had to give birth to them and sew them on. She then told me that her child had been born without 2 fingers I was mortified.

We went to register my son as we were leaving my sons father walked back in to ask a question... As we got in the car we saw a motorbike hit by a car. 30 seconds earlier and it would have been us.

When my sister was dying we were given a book called Waterbugs and Dragonflies to explain death to her two young children - the idea being that the Waterbug morphs into the dragonfly but then flies off from the water pond and cannot return to inhabit its old world. In the story the waterbugs wonder where their pals keep going and all agree that the next one who disappears will come back and tell the others where they've gone - but of course when this happens the next Waterbug to go becomes a dragonfly and can't return to the pond to do this as it cannot inhabit the pond world.
Her close friend and colleague was reading the book to me in her hospital room as she died.
On the day of her funeral a coach had been laid on for her work colleagues from her place of work - this same colleague who had read me the story saw a dragonfly fly onto the coach - the doors shut and the dragonfly flew around the coach throughout the journey to her funeral. He told the others on the coach the story and by the time they all arrived at the church everyone was convinced that it was the embodiment of my sister.
A year or so later I'd had my second child and was struggling a bit with two young children - it was a warm day and the kitchen door was open - a dragonfly flew in the door and landed on my hand - it had enormous dark eyes and we stared at each other for ages. It wouldn't fly away - just kept staring at me - even now 15 years later I can still recall these two big eyes looking at me as if it was trying to tell me something. I like to think it was her returning to tell me she was still with me.

For catthiefkeith and others - proof of dolphin shows in swimming baths www.flickr.com/photos/brizzlebornandbred/8397211855

I was living in another country, and one evening went to a cinema which was underneath an office complex. A fire started, and it turned out that the only fire exit was locked, and the staff had all run away ... me and boyfriend and a few others fumbled our way to the projection room, stuffing coats round the door cracks against the smoke, and lay on the floor until the fire brigade came. No action was ever taken against the cinema or its staff. Couldn't go to a cinema for years after that!

catthiefkeith The date and place match up to your story, could this be it?

Few stories of my own, similar to these on here:

1st - I was reading one of the posts on here about someone being able to tell who was calling.. I thought to myself that's pretty cool I'd like to do that, then (no idea how else to describe it) it popped in my head about my Grandma calling. The second after I thought it the phone started ringing and it was her, she didn't even mean to call me!

2nd - I knew from the moment I conceived and said to my now DH 'I'm going to be pregnant', also text my best friend the morning after and said the same to her. Fast forward to the week I was due on and I was feeling really unusual, told my mum it would be a really painful one but I didn't believe myself. The day before I announced to DH that I wouldn't be coming on tomorrow and I was right. I knew it was a boy, I had a horrible feeling he wouldn't be a perfectly healthy little boy (not huge problems but more than most parents deal with). He's named after my Grandpa so it's nice to imagine he's looking after him (even though I don't believe in all that). He's occasionally as a baby stared at 'someone' and played with them, also called me the nickname my Grandpa gave me despite him never hearing it previously.

3rd - always used to get deja vu and often had the same dreams as my mum. Even now we have spookily similar dreams, I have crazy dreams that I remember each morning. Usually if there's something big coming up and I haven't had a worrying dream about it, it will mean the big thing isn't going to happen or I won't be there for it.

4th - A few times I've thought something along the lines of 'It would be good if I had a premium bond win through' only to get home and find exactly that on the doormat.

5th - I've currently got (and had for about a while) that I'm going to take a phonecall that one of DH's family members have passed away and that I'll be the one to break the news. A few weeks ago I saw M-I-L calling just as we got into bed and got the gut feeling she was calling to say her mum had passed, but it was something really completely stupid which then made me really cross!