weird and sad
One night, I had this dream that I was in a boat. Next to the boat, some guy was swimming. I kept trying to get the guy on the boat because I knew he was going to drown.

Then I was awoken by my mom, who came to tell me that a friend of mine had died. The really eerie thing was that he had drowned.
(pk, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:54, Reply)

Getting my psychic priorities sorted...
Whilst living at home with the mater and pater cooking, I seemed to always(ok, often) know when my tea was ready about 10 minutes before it was.
Fair do's I've gotta good sense of smell, but grub would be at a very different time every night (i.e. whenever they could be arsed making it) and I'd often be a good 1-15 miles away from home (my nose ain't that bloody good!)
This was often handy as I'd be expected the irate phone call, "This isn't a cafe you know... so ungrateful you kids today.... blah blah" off aforementioned parentage and would have time to think up a good excuse/lie for being at a random mates house getting stoned far away from the steaming nuptials.
Now I'm a poor studenty type living away from home and the powers have left me *sniff* so I tend not to eat so much; am relying on the 'liquid diet' for much needed sustenance
I'm hoping to tune the skill to other people's meals, especially like those cartoon scenarios where faceless housewives leave oh-so-fresh pie on windowledges.
All that said I still think I'm a fruitcake coz psychicnessness is a big pile of balls
(hmmm, I'm a walking conundrum...)
_{why can't life be more like cartoons? :'(}
(ladridoloco, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:39, Reply)

reverse premonition...?
the night before a big rugby game (semi-final or something), i had a dream about meeting a particularly attractive young lady and hitting it off with her, to this day i can remember her name was 'won', needless to same my team only went and f****** lost the game and get knocked out, is that a reverse premonition type thing?
(What's your favourite cheese?, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:19, Reply)

Premonition.
In case anyone asks, i've got dibs on Peter O'Toole popping his clogs in a tragic 'fruit' accident, sometime over the coming weekend.

Ps. I also see the colour Red.

Ta!
(SproutsAreEvil, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:16, Reply)

Out driving one night...
in monstrously thick fog, I said to t'missus "I could do without this bloody fog". At that moment I looked up and saw a shooting star. "OOoh! Make a wish!" I cried.

Less than ten seconds later we came out of the other side of the fog. It was so sudden it was freaky.
( Biggus Dickus , it was like that when I found it, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:15, Reply)

Morrissey prophesy
I've never had a premonition in my life. However I think the Smiths' 'There is a light that never goes out' quite accurately predicts the deaths of Di and Dodi. Mainly cos it's about a car crash in an underpass. Ooh and it's off 'The Queen is Dead.' Spooooooky.
( Safetyfox, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:13, Reply)

MICHAEL WINNER
Can I just take a moment of everyone's time to announce the sad passing of Michael Winner.

Michael was tragically struck down by a run-away car during the filming of his new 'Esure' commercial. In an ironic twist it was later announced that he wasn't insured.

Michael Winner, sadly missed, RIP.
(SproutsAreEvil, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:12, Reply)

Few years back
I used to work in some scummy computer shop, about half way through the day I had this foul sensation something bad had happened to my missus, looked over at a work mate and said 'Shit, Kate's just had an accident' he told me to shut up and went to make a cup of tea.. Lo and behold five minutes later Kate calls me having just crashed her car into the back of another car.
( Equus is still lurking, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:09, Reply)

I had a premonition....
..that I was about to ejaculate 30 seconds before I gave the missus a major 'facial'.

Spooky eh?
(Fonkadelix is fucking bored, pass the crack pipe Mavis., Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:52, Reply)

hahaha
good idea pb4ugo2bed. Bagsy Jimmy Saville
(Chairman Wow, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:50, Reply)

I've an idea
Why don't people post their premonitions now...before they actually happen, then we can see which of us is extra impressive should the event ever occur.

Personally, I'd like to see Michael Winner die sometime soon, so if he does, remember it was me that called it.
(pb4ugo2bed, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:46, Reply)

BS Detector - Sorry in advance about the length.
People who believe in past life regression usually say they were "Princess Cleopatra" or "Caligula" - The flaw being that 3000 people couldnt have been the same person in a past life...

Similarly when people say they have had a premonition of a large scale event that has absolutely nothing to do with them except picquing some moral outrage, it usually means its BS IMHO. No offence.

Think hard... Is it actually sleep cognitive premonition or did you hear it on your radio alarm clock before you woke up properly?

I'm not discounting any one story (Hey hows that for non-commital) but I'm awfully sceptical (Good thing when U run a paranormal society) as I've seen thousands of these.

However... I am more inclined to believe you can have a premonition about stubbing your toe or impending personal doom.

Is it a stretch to believe that part of our brain connected to the bit which controls the "Not getting killed" gland is able to see round the curvature of the universe?

Bollocks?

Hell Yeah!

Dont mean to sound whiney and preachy, but I will ;)

BTW I also apologise if you feel this post may impinge on any personal feelings you have for dearly departed loved ones. I mean no disrespect. Thanks
(that fox person Yer dug's goat tits..., Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:33, Reply)

still freaks me out!
The day my dad died, at 3.37 i got into a foul mood at school and just wanted to go home. wasn't being picked up until 6 so couldn't go anywhere. at 4.30 ish a call came though for me at school, it was one of my teachers and after he asked me to come to his office, i said 'my dads dead isn't he?', all he could say is that we don't know yet. It wasn't expected - it was a freak accident. Scares me to this day that i knew.

A few years later, my mum was rushed into hospital on her death bed, for some reason i decided to go home out of the blue mid week, as i knew something wasn't right. She's fine now, but whenever i get that feeling i have to phone everyone that i care about to make sure they are ok - they are all now used to calls in the wee hours!
*slowly slinks back to the odd little bubble that is my life!
(daftmoo, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:28, Reply)

Can't remember if I've mentioned this one...
...but it fits this question.

When I was about 12 my mum took me down to see my grandad's grave for the first time.... He'd died when I was three.... When we got there I said 'I've been here before' which freaked my mum out. I then proceeded to lead her out through the front entrance to the cemetry as per someone who'd been before... Nobody had ever taken me before, I just felt like I'd been there... I even knew that it wasn't really my grandads grave as his ashes were scattered there instead.

I always get deja vu... Sometimes for minutes on end.

As for tarot cards and so on, if anyone has theirs read and I'm implicated in some way I ask them not to tell me because since my mum went to one and they asked my mum to pass on the comment 'be careful with candles and curtains' and the phrase 'burnt orange' I haven't lit a candle... At all.. Can't do it. (stay away from me wicca'd witch, i fear you ;) )
( beefandcheese, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:15, Reply)

For some reason
I always know the girlf is phoning me a second or two before my mobli actually bleats.

I'd like to put this down to some sort of soul-mate star-crossed lovers karmic kind of thing...

..but it's more likely the phone signal fucking with the metal pins in my knee that the nice doctors inserted after aforesaid love-of-my-life pushed me out of bed and onto a cold, hard floor.

Who says love is dead, eh?
( Grouch would quite like his clients to stop being numptys, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 12:11, Reply)

Just thought of a real one...
My wife had a lovely old grandad, now departed, very sad. Anyway, about 4 years ago or so, she was on the phone to him when he told her he was worried about her. She calms him down, nothing to worry about. Anyway, the following day, my missus gets a call from her college saying that her meeting has been put forward and can she come in today instead of tomorrow. So she gets on this train to Hatfield... The day after THAT, the train crashes, same timetable, same line, same train, same station...

100% true. Still freaked out by it to this day.

Oh, and I've also seen a ghost, but you won't want to hear about that...
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:45, Reply)

Deja Vu
many people will doubt me and others who have posted simply because they believe it is not possible that you can have such a premonition. To be honest i would be one of those people but for the fact that i regularly have such thoughts and dreams. I quite often find myself having thoughts of deja vu and having deja vu of having deja vu, which is rather odd. My premonitions are becoming more and more commonplace and sometimes scare me. I never used to believe in such things but now i do. I have never had any premonitions about major events or celebrities dying but most clear and logical dreams have come true.
The people who have had similar dreams to me will understand and those that have not can keep doubting - of which i am glad.
( MagicallyInept Bored Sig., Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:40, Reply)

Life imitating Art
A Cameo i wrote in for my film Mortus Illumina was that i would be at the funeral side of one of the characters funerals. six weeks later I would be doing it for real...
(Chance1234 up for parole on, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:26, Reply)

...
I knew you'd say that...
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:23, Reply)

Bloody nose
I dreamt of falling and landing on my face and after that I spent all week getting this strange sensation of blood in my mouth, I could taste it and it felt like I was swallowing blood all day even thought there was nothing there, I tried to explain to my mates down the pub but they said I was weird and that I should stop going on about it, that Saturday I went to a Slipknot gig in Brighton, low and behold I got headbutted and got my nose broken, by accident though I might add, I spent the whole gig at the back swallowing dump loads of blood, it didn't hurt much cos I was pissed at the time.

It shut my mates up too
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:06, Reply)

I had a really spooky premonition
when I read the QotW ... I had a sudden utterly compelling feeling that a number of gullible tree-fucking pisswits would crawl out of the renewable forest woodwork and admit that they actually believe they've had some sort of cunting prescient experience.

/not really entering into the spirit of the question ... sorry
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:04, Reply)

Hollywood Shite.
Each time there's a new "thriller" announced I get a terrible feeling that the main "bad guy" is going to have a perversly exaggerated english accent, and a strange scar.

This usually comes with the feeling that the story will have a happy ending, an insultingly simple Hardy-Boys-esque story line, a load of inferior acting and either some testosterone-loaded gunplay, or a swordfight with Electified swords that shower Blue sparks the moment they touch anything metal.

Disturbingly, I'm usually right.

Then I remind myself that "simple things please simple minds" and that the film was created BY americans FOR americans.

For example... Speed 2/Deja Vu.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 19 Nov 2004, 11:01, Reply)

Raffle
My girlfriends grandparents left their raffle tickets with me one dinner/dance night as they needed to go home early. When it came to the draw i piped up "white ticket 604" and lo and behold the announcer read out the number like an echo. Everyone was astounded. Fame ensued (for nearly a whole week).
( studlywonder, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:58, Reply)

tombola teddybear
I was at at one of those fund raising fayre things, and there was a tombola. I said to my mate "excuse me a moment, I'm just going to go and win that giant teddybear". I walked over to the tombola, said I'll have the giant teddy bear please, paid me money, put my hand into the tub, and pulled out the ticket for the giant teddybear. I nonchalantly thanked the stall person, who looked slightly freaked, and walked back over to my mates, looking as if things like that happened to me every day.

Never knew what to do with the bloody thing though. It ended up going mouldy while in storage. I didn't predict that, did I?
(teasus likes tea, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:47, Reply)

I predicted Princess Diana's death
For a few days before that fateful night in Paris, I had felt edgy and a bit weird, especially in and around cars. I just put it down to starting a new job, and being a bit stressed. On the night of the accident, I woke suddenly at around 1am and I *knew* something was wrong. I was still living with my mum, and I actually went into her room to see if she was okay, because I was convinced that someone was hurt. She was fine, and I got back into bed, thinking "bloody silly daft dreams.."

I couldn't sleep, so I put the TV on. There was Dermot Murgnahan saying that Princess Diana had been involved in a car crash, and early indications were that she'd broken a leg, and bruised her ribs. It was one of those moments where your heart leaps and smacks you in the back of your throat. I was transfixed, and convinced that Di's injuries were a hell of a lot worse than they were letting on. I knew she was dead. I kept trying to rationalise by putting it down to the 'dream' that I must have had that made me think someone was hurt.

I stayed awake watching the news til about 4am, when they finally announced she'd died at about 1am.

I am still freaked when I think about that.

Maybe it's a hereditary thing, because something similar happened to my mum on November 22nd, 1963...
(dominocat opinions only valid until, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:46, Reply)

The truth is out there...
About 6 months ago at a family get together, my brother, 2 years my younger, and I were chatting away when I mentioned a weird dream that I had when I was very small, about 8 years old. At least it must have been a dream, but it seemed very real...

I dreamt that I woke up for an unexplained reason in the middle of the night in my bedroom which I shared with my sleeping brother. I was mysteriously drawn to the window. Looking out I saw what was quite clearly a UFO, very 'close encounters' in its design, bright lights and everything. It was gently drifting across the sky about 100 yards away.

Something about the spaceship compelled me not to make a fuss, or get excited about it, just to calmly go back to bed and not tell anyone. Although I still remember it now, 20 years later.

Listening to my story, my brother looked shocked, in a hushed voice he said 'I had that exact same dream when I was 6 but have never told anyone about it'.

/whistles x-files music.
( Just Juan Cornetto will take you to the lo-rider show n' flaunt ya on, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:46, Reply)

If there is such a thing as the opposite of a premonition, this is it...
From my teenage years, I had one of two recurring nightmares every night. I either dreamt of nuclear apocalypse (and not the fun Mad Max kind; more like the realistic Threads kind) or of being pursued and then torn apart by zombies. I have literally no idea what was going on in my head to cause this, but anyway...

After several years of this, I'd pretty much gotten used to them. Okay, so I woke up scared at least once a night, but as soon as I was awake it was obvious that I'd simply been spending my valuable REM time ruining a perfectly good nights sleep, and so drifted back off into blissful slumber.

Then, one night, I didn't have a single nightmare. No bleak, scarred atomic landscapes haunted me. Rotting automatons singularly failed to pursue me and force me to turn a chainsaw on myself to stop me becoming one of them. That morning, I woke with a smile on my face. "Finally", I thought, "whatever ridiculous neuroses I've been putting up with have been resolved. I can move forward in life and no longer wonder why my subconscious feels the need to torture me so. This is the first day of a new, fear-free life!"

Bright was that morning, and high my spirits. Yes, the morning of September 11th 2001 definitely held the promise of better things for me.

It was a shame that selfish, bearded, gooner bastard with his monged kidneys and enormous wealth had to spoil it for me.
(Light, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:32, Reply)

As I went to bed last night...
... I was dreaming about a shitty end to the world.

This morning, Faced with a switch from extreme bed-cosyness to extreme coldness outside, (welcome to sunny sweden) my guts went haywire.

Upon reaching work the Toilets became top priority, and once enthroned in splendour, the world proceeded to blow out of my arse with terrifying force and innaccuracy. A Sawn-off Shit-gun if you will.

Shitty end to the world? Possibly (if you love tenuous links)... but it was one of the most violently satisfying experiences so far this week. :o)

Apologies for Blast-radius (it got to the underside of the seat!!)
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:31, Reply)

My friend's
Tamagotchi died mere hours, nay, minutes before the news of Princess Diana's death was announced. Coincidence?
(scoob666 Ain't Nuthin' Ta F' Wit, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:31, Reply)

its my job!
I am starting up a sideline business in addition to my 'career in leisure'. I have been reading palms and cards for about 5 years and do parties and private events.
Gets quite freaky when reading and get somones dead father come into view. no, you don't get used to it!

Have read and have seen breakups, diseases and some other mad shit. The knack is how you put that across. You have to get a feel for the person and put ity in a way that they can understand. Often not at all i.e don't tell them - not your place too.
Could go on for hours but gotta go enable people to enjoy my lovely london attraction.

I am availible for childrens parties...
(1st team orc, Fri 19 Nov 2004, 10:30, Reply)