I’ve had this weird, what feels like premonition lately. It doesn’t make much sense to me but it does. Ever since I was younger I have thought I would die in a car crash. When I was six I remember exactly telling my mom I would die in a car crash.
I’m now older and I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car when I vividly saw me in my late teens driving a red car that had light brown leather seats. I was on the interstate smiling about something, thinking maybe someone was in the car with me but I never see if anyone is beside of me. All of a sudden a car hits me on the driver’s side and me slowly passing with a lot of blood on the interior of the car.
That was the first time I had the premonition. I have now seen this three times and have no idea what to make of it. I hope it is just something I’m telling myself and imaging, another part of me knows this might well happen to me in future time.
— Anonymous, America
I was away on a business trip and in a different time zone. At exactly 4:20 am, I sat up in bed. Something told me that my beloved Grandmother had passed. Later that day, I spoke to my husband several times and asked if he had heard anything about my Grandma. He said no.
I later found out that she had passed that Tuesday, at 5:20 am her time zone, which was 4:20 am my time zone on that Tuesday at 4:20 am when I sat straight up in bed. She had been my last living Grandma.
I was 7 when my other Grandmother passed. We got word that she had fallen ill and was taken to the hospital. My parents quickly packed and loaded up us kids in the car to make the 6 hour trip to the hospital. I remember asking my father why were we rushing, for she was already dead. He got very upset with me, but when we arrived at the hospital, he went in and left my mother and me and my siblings in the car. He came out crying, saying that she was gone. I later found out that she had died at the same time I was asking why were we rushing.
“I did not dare mention my dream from the night before”
I also had a dream at age 16 about a co-worker’s husband dying. He had been in the hospital recovering from a heart attack and had just bought the car of his dreams. When I went to work later that day, his wife was so thrilled that her husband was being discharged from the hospital the next morning. I did not dare mention my dream from the night before to her. Sadly he passed away that night and never did come home. I later told her about my dream because I felt so guilty. She said that she wished that I had told her because her last evening at the hospital would have been different and that she never did get a chance to say goodbye, but rather only a see you tomorrow.
— Debbie, Maryland