So Super(OnAndOffAgain)Girlfriend was telling me last night that, about three weeks ago, she had a vision of her own death. Well, it was more of a vision of someone all in black telling her that her time on Earth was very short. According to her, this vision told her she would be dead within three months. I couldn’t get her to tell me any more, because she kept saying that she’d said too much already. This vision told her that the cause would be unknown (I asked if this vision had told her the method. Car wreck, accident with a power tool, jealous husband, etc.). She either didn’t know or wouldn’t say. Of course, she waits until after sex to tell me all this. I don’t know whether to believe her (who’s to say this doesn’t really happen to all of us?) or recommend therapy. Or bide my time until I can prove her wrong. Then again, if this happened three weeks ago, like she said, then almost a month of that three month period has already expired.
I had a friend who used to swear up and down that he just knew he’d be dead before he reached 30.
He’s 30 now. I’d bust his chops about it, but he really stopped saying that kind of thing once college ended and actual responsibilities started being had.
In a relationship-relationship setting, it sounds an awful lot like some sort of bizarre attempted headgame to me. Best course (if she doesn’t appear legitimately disturbed and begins hiding under her bed all the time or the like) is to smile and nod. Occasionally ask her if she’s got her will made out yet. Say things like, “you’re young and healthy. Very nice payouts on term life insurance for someone in your position on the actuarial table. Very nice indeed.”
On the more serious hand, there’s a lot to be said for living your life as if you’re going to die sometime in the next couple weeks.
That’s creepy, man.
Right before we moved back home from Tennessee, I was packing and had this thought come from nowhere: my husband was going to die. Seriously, it freaked me out so much that I called my mom crying…and I don’t freak easily. It’s been almost three years now and I feel like I’m waiting for the shoe to drop. Weird, morbid feeling.
On the other hand, my girlfriend’s husband had been saying for about a year, “Yeah, you know I won’t be around much longer. Gonna kick the bucket…” blah, blah blah. All in jest. Well, she came home one day and he was sitting in the chair, radio and TV off. Just sitting there. She said, “What’s wrong with you?”, he responds, “I just feel like my life is over.” 2 weeks later, he was dead from a brain anyurism (sp). True story. Happened this past October.
Before driving up to the last ChiDope (when dpr was in town, and I was actually heading up there for work, but anyway…), I had an absolutely positive feeling that I was going to get side-swiped or T-boned by a huge truck…a semi, I think. I actually left a note on my desk at work saying that if something happened, I wanted them to know that I foresaw it. Nothing did happen, though <knock wood> so I’m calling off any further forecastings.
I’ve got a friend who’s been convinced since childhood that his last conscious thought in this world would be “BUS!”.
It is a well known fact that most people’s last conscious thought is “oh SHIT!”
I think I’m going to die when I’m 23. If not die, something major death-like will happen… I think.
–Tim
Premonitions like this usually mean a big change is in store.
Hey Superdude, didn’t you just recently say that you had broken up? Maybe this is what she meant by this.
If I were you, I would take it with a grain of salt. Obviously no one really knows when they are going to die, and you can’t prepare for that kind of thing. So basically, enjoy hanging out with her today. The big change may be that she finds someone else… (I hope not, if that would be too sad for you…)
They used to call it emigrating to New Zealand.
i predicted my aunt death and, i was right , to this day it still creeps me out.
In the end maybe it’s less about powers of premonition than about the ability to (subconsciously) detect signs of illness in other people. I have a relative who worked for a long time in a cancer ward. She told me once that she had become sensitive to the physical signs of that illness and her hunches about who (amongst the people she came across outside the hospital) would end up in the ward were often proved correct. (It’s a smallish town). Cancer victims are chosen on an extremely democratic basis apparently. Millionaires and impoverished people die side by side. At least that’s the way she described it.
When I was 8, a ouija board told me that on a plane to Disneyland (which I was going to be on in like 2 weeks) my heart was going to explode and the plane was going to crash (you know, in case an exploding heart doesn’t quite finish me off). That kept me awake at night for a while… 
- Tsugumo