Weird Psychic Moments

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Okay, don’t get poised and ready to dive into the pile-on, I’m not seriously suggesting that there’s such a thing as being psychic. Sometimes, though, I’ll find myself so in tune with another human being it’s a little creepy. This is the example I’ve been thinking of the last day or so:

As some of you know, I work as a puzzle editor. The job involves checking to make sure puzzles solve properly, and also making sure that the material used (whether clues or whatever) is factually accurate, up-to-date, and “appropriate,” in addition to being correctly spelled and grammatically correct (and in line with certain conventions of cluing that we need not concern ourselves with). What this means is that any individual question from a coworker has no helpful context to it, because you don’t usually know specifically what they’re doing when they ask “what’s the title of …” or “what’s the name of the guy who…” or “what’s that movie where…” All you can do is answer the question as best you can. (or tell them to google it).

So, I was working on something or other, and asked my officemate and good friend K, “Who’s that Japanese guy…?” and before I could formulate some kind of identifying info to indicate more or less who I was thinking of, he said, “Mishima?” And, of course, it was Mishima whose name I was trying to remember. A little freaky, though – there’s more than one “Japanese guy” out there, ya know?

2

A long time ago, (82?) David Letterman did this thing on his show where he had seven different interperters from the UN (IIRC) take song lyrics and then during the show took them from English to French to German to ect. back to English and at the end of the show Paul would sing the song.

When Dave announced this I said with absoulte certainty “Hard Days Night”. It was not a guess. I just knew that was the song.

So at the end of the night Paul sang.

It’s been a night of a very heavy day, and I’ve been working as a dog.

I wasn’t really suprised, but my roommate was.

3

I was about 15 or so and my mom had left my brother and I home alone for the afternoon. The phone rang. I beat my brother to the phone and instead of saying, “Hello” like I normally do, I said, “Hi, Mom”… and it was her.

I had no clue she was planning on calling to check up on us, and I have no idea why I felt inclined to answer, “Hi, Mom,” either.

I was freaked out about it for the rest of the day.

4

Every time I mention someone I haven’t talked to in a while, I’ll get a phone call the next day. I could just say, “Hmm, I haven’t talked to my dad in a while” and he’ll call.

When I was younger I could tell when my mom was crying, even if we weren’t in the same house. She’d come home, and I’d just say “why were you crying today?”

I had a dream, as a child, about my school cafeteria at the time. The next day at school I had a major case of de ja vu and spoke the exact words as my classmate the same time she said it.
but that’s it.

5

I’ll just snag mine from a thread I started on dreams that came true:

6

I get de ja vu all the time, like I will have a dream, then a few days later I’ll have fragaments of the dream happen. Like my friends will say something, or something will happen in a dream, then the same thing will happen the next day, or a a few days later. Now if only those rockstar dreams would come true…

7

I’ve had those. I also sometimes get strong feelings of intuition and try to act on them but doing so doesn’t always work out, unfortunately.

8

I often think of someone out of the blue, then hear from him or her the next day.

My junior year in highschool I had a dream about a classmate I was acquainted with but I wouldn’t say we were friends. In my dream I was walking down a hallway and I could hear crying. I looked in several of the doors and came upon the bathroom, where i saw my classmate sitting on the floor crying.
Two days later I heard that his dad hung himself in the bathroom.

9

the future exists…right now as a hazy fog of probabilities. Sometimes we can see it or know of it, but rarely with any clarity.

With that being said, 99% of the time it’s just random coincidence. When you get specific details of an event, then it’s real.

Here is one such real occurance:

My aunt once had dream where she saw the winning horses in the newpaper. She noticed the date on the page, and noted that it was tomorrow. She awoke confused as to the date, so she asked my father, who confirmed that the date in the paper was tomorrow’s. She then told him all about the dream.

There were 3 races scheduled for that day, and the names of 2 of them were clear, and the name of the 3rd was blurry and constantly changing between two names.

They went to the racetrack and placed 100 dollars on the races. If they had got all three races, with the listed odds, they would have made more than $10,000. They didn’t live far from the track, my aunt had had psychic dreams come true before, and they figured what the heck.

The first 2 races came in exactly as she called them from the dream. :eek:

The third race was a close one. Comming around the stretch, the 2 horses she wasn’t sure about were neck and neck…

…and the horse they didn’t pick won by a nose in a photo finish.

Somehow my aunt’s mind had picked up some information from the future. The outcome of the third race hadn’t been resolved yet at the time of her dream. In retrospect, they should have put money on both horses, but they didn’t really expect much.

Whenever I start getting very skeptical, I remember this incident, there is no way that such a vivid and specific incident could be anything other than a vision o fthe near future-with 2 witnesses who have no reason at all to lie to me.

I’ve had personal psychic experiences, but none I’m willing to share that are as clear cut as that.

10

The only real “tight” psychic experience I ever had was with a very close friend of mine, who lives about 50 miles from me. She had a pet bunny that was very ill, and she was back and forth to the vet several times over a period of a week. Every time we talked on the phone, she would sigh and say, “The bunny’s still here, poor thing” and I’d try to be hopeful for her. Then one day I was sitting at the kitchen table and I felt like I heard my friend shout (that’s the best explanation I have for the sensation.) I stood up, started crying, and raced for the phone, yelling over my shoulder to the WryGuy, “Oh, god, her bunny died!” I phoned and her husband answered, and I could hear my friend sobbing in the background. He said the bunny had died only a minute before I called.

I’ve had lots of deja vu type experiences, and sometimes I think of someone just as they telephone me, but I put most of that down to simple coincidence. The bunny thing freaked me out a bit though.