Just yesterday, I was at work, and my wife called. I was talking to her and looking at a sheet of paper in my hand when all of a sudden I got deja vu.
Now, I’ve gotten deja vu dozens of times in my life. But the wild part is what happened after deja vu. I had a glimpse into the future … I think.
My wife and I were discussing a deal we were trying to work out on a house. It’s a long story, but we needed the sellers to come down in price a little so we could cover closing costs. Now, when I had the deja vu, it was followed up with this sudden jolt of emotion that sort of showed me I would be disappointed in the outcome. I told my wife I just got deja vu. And this strong feeling that I know we’re not going to get the house.
Usually, in the past, I’d get deja vu when I moved to a new place or started a new job. But I’ve never had any kind of psychic flash before. I’m a cynical person, so I don’t even know if that’s what I got. Or if it was just bad feeling that the deal would go through. The thing is, I had that feeling all along. This was different. This was a flash that showed future emotion, which was disappointment. And as soon as it came, it left.
And, yes, we lost the house.
Was this a psychic moment? Are we capable of some extrasensory abilities?
I don’t know. I just know it was a freaky experience that I had no control over.
Sorry to pee on your cornflakes, but it sounds pretty mundane to me, perhaps something is lost in the telling, but it just sounds like you really knew it wouldn’t happen at some less-than-fully-conscious level, and it just hit you hard when it leaked into your conscious thoughts.
Maybe it doesn’t seem like much when I tell it. And maybe you’re right. But it felt like more. It’s really hard to explain the feeling of certainty I got. I mean, yeah, I’m a realist, and knew the house deal could very well be lost. But I was also optimistic, because the sellers were in a tough spot, too. This was a feeling of certainty that I would indeed feel utter disappointment over losing the house, and it happened right after a deja vu moment, so it was twice as freaky.
Maybe I should have put this in the mundane stuff board. I thought maybe it would spark some discussion about psychic moments others might or might not have had. And whether it’s even possible.
I dunno, Cluck, while it might be a good candidate, I think that it was too general (and a little too obvious) to really qualify.
From reading your posts, chances were that it wouldn’t be accepted. So, you’ve got the majority of the outcomes on your side. And simply ‘knowing’ that it wouldn’t be accepted is a little fuzzy. If you had ‘known’ that it wouldn’t be accepted and that you’d get the offer back with a footprint on it and spittle from the vigorous rejection of the customer and then you got home and there it was, spittle and all, I would be more impressed.
Well, I know what you’re saying, I guess. But I didn’t really see into the future. I felt the future, if that makes any sense.
My wife once said she had a dream a friend would die. It was very vivid. He did die, I’m not sure how much after the dream. But she didn’t dream exactly how he’d die, just that he’d die. Is that a psychic dream? I dunno. I mean, she didn’t have details in the dream. And I didn’t give much thought to it, as the missus has a way of exaggerating things from time to time. And a lot of things in life can be chalked up to coincidence.
This instance wasn’t as big a deal, but it was weird, and it happened when I was lucid. The deja vu part before this experience may have sparked the feeling I had. I dunno.
I was transferred in Jan 2000 to a job 200 miles away. The wife and I (and 2 cats) move down to an apartment down there will the full intention of moving back up after the position ends (Jan 2001). Wife decides she likes it, we decide to sell the house up there and buy one down here. So, we spent weekends moving stuff out of house up there into storage and then cleaning in prep for selling the place.
The whole time that we were cleaning, both of us kept ‘seeing’ one of our cats (‘X’) in the old house. By the door, on the porch, where the food used to be, everything that X (who’s now with us down south) used to do. Always ‘out of the corner of our eye’ sort of thing.
Wife comments on it and I agreed and we were both surprised that it was happening.
I noted that X was fine and well down south and that had he died while living here and then experiencing those ‘ghosts’ when we came back to clean it out would have completely freaked us out.
But, it wasn’t. Just our brain playing tricks on us, using the familiarity of the house mixed with the exhaustion of trying to move and pack on the weekends.
I have a feeling that this is where all the ‘ghost’ stories come from.
unixrat, I have a feeling you’re right. The brain’s powers and perceptions are still greatly unknown, to a large extent. Just as you can stare at a stationary object until it starts moving, in you’re mind anyway.
I tend to agree with the others who have posted here that your experience was more a result of the situation being stuck for so long in your mind. All of a sudden your subconscious worries flashed this sense of disappointment at you. A critical mass type of thing, if you will.
But I once had a moment that can’t be chalked up to that, and it freaked me out then and it still sort of makes me wonder.
First let me say I’m not big on psychic phenomena and ESP and all that sort of thing, so I’m not out there looking for ways to justify the paranormal.
But back in the '70s, I was watching Monty Python one evening. It was the episode with the Spanish Inquisition. If you know the episode, it begins with Graham Chapman coming in and saying there’s trouble at the mill. The sketch gets all messed up, they try it a couple times more and then the Inquisitors show up. Fine.
But at one point, while they’re trying to sort things out, Chapman is sort of lurking in the background. IIRC he is standing behind a couch or some other piece of furniture. Anyway, he lights his pipe and just stands there casually, waiting to get on with the sketch.
At that moment, I was hit with the certainty that he would be the first of the Python’s to die. Now, at this time he wasn’t ill or anything. I had no idea how he would die or when, but I was certain he would be the first. Sadly, this came to pass more than ten years later, when Chapman died of cancer in the late '80s.
I can’t explain why I got this intuition or anything about it, but at that moment I knew. Weird