Premonition warnings: I’ve had a few premonitions in my lifetime.
The earliest one I remember was when I was around 19, and I was commuting an hour to work for a “dream” job. I woke up at 3am crying my eyes out, saying over and over, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” My then boyfriend just put it down to a nightmare. That day when I drove to work, my tyre suddenly burst, on the freeway. My car lost control and I went into the next lane. Luckily at that moment nobody was in that lane although a huge lorry was in the other lane (two lanes from me). Shaking, I pulled over. A man in a truck came and rescued me.
I knew something was wrong
Then in my twenties when I was in London and I was walking along with my then boyfriend, and suddenly I was overcome by this sense of absolute dread. I didn’t understand it but I knew something was wrong. Next day I got a phone call from my mom telling me my cat had been hit by a car.
An awful nightmare
With my second cat, a decade later, I woke up from an awful nightmare, having dreamt that my cat was slowing being eaten, and oddly, it was by a pool (I didn’t have a pool). Next morning, my cat was missing. No sign of him later in the evening. Put up posters around the neighbourhood. Got a phone call about a week later from a lady who said, “I don’t think you want to hear this, but I found a load of cat hair on my grass. It was probably the coyotes.” My cat never came back. I knew he’d been eaten.
Premonition warnings: I know this sounds like a lie, but it’s not.
The day before 9/11
I was browsing through a store, when suddenly I had this massive sense of impending doom. I had no clue what it was, but I recognised the horrible feeling from the times before when I’ve felt this way—before something bad happened. I went home, upset.
Next morning, 9/11 on the news.
A premonition warning of personal danger … Chatting with a man online
A much more recent premonition was just a few months ago. I had been chatting with a man online and then by text message. We were arranging to meet up. He seemed really nice, if not a bit too keen. I was genuinely looking forward to meeting him. Only the night before I was due to meet him, I dreamt that he abducted me and hurt me. I have never, ever, had any similar dream before I’ve met someone, so this freaked me out and I heeded the warning. I not only didn’t meet him—I never spoke to him again.
— Danielle, United Kingdom