Apparently, being a bit spooky's hereditary.
Seems to be in my family anyway.

My brother was once playing that game young sproggies play when bored on motorway journeys: "shoot the car". This, naturally, involves making a pretend gun out of fingers, aiming them at passing vehicles and making appropriate "boom", "kapow" and (for some odd reason) "Pfffft" noises. Aged about 8, we were coming home down the M6 and Jamie was playing his game. He aimed at a rather nice Jag, pulled back the trigger and let off a "Boom!"

The car's engine promptly exploded in a cloud of smoke. He hasn't played that game since.

My dad once got a really strong sense of deja vu during a conversation with his flatmates at uni (so I'm told, being nay even a twinkle in his eye at that point). He asked his mates to stop talking, scribbled feverishly on a ppiece of paper for a couple of minutes, then the conversation resumed. He'd written down the rest of the conversation verbatim.

My Grandad once had a dream about a red car crashing and saw it the next day. Apparently his mum was a crystal-ball-type proper psychic, so if it exists, it seems to be hereditary!

Sadly, it seems to pass on the male side, as I can't even dress appropriately for the weather when I've checked the forecast. Bugger.
(Holloway_Girl To err is to be human, to be a fool is to believe, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:51, 1 reply)

Doesn't count.
According to my dad, if it was a Jaguar then it doesn't count when the engine explodes, that's just a feature of the car.
(Tomble Underground, overground, Tombling free., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 5:23, closed)