CD Files.

[Caz]

  The telepathy, premonition side of the human psyche is something that fascinates me, and I was wondering if people would care to share their experiences of these events.

  I've mentioned a couple of events that have occurred to me on the good morning goodnight thread but thought this subject might be worthy of its own topic. I'll set the ball rolling with this one from a few years ago, not that I can prove a word of it.

  Sometimes I get clear and repetitive mental images, it's fairly rare but it does happen. On one particular morning I kept getting flashes of the space shuttle Challenger disaster. There was no reason to suddenly remember this as it had happened years before. None the less, for several hours that morning the thought of what had happened persisted, then, as is always the way, the images faded away and I thought no more of it. Later that same day the news of the space shuttle Columbia disaster came through.

[Ed]

I've had experiences of what seemed like precognition from quite a young age, but mine is usually pretty subtle, along the lines of thinking about somebody and them turning up soon afterwards. I can't prove it either, but it's been obvious enough to me to stop me thinking it's just coincidence. As I've grown older I get less warning. I get about five minutes these days, whereas when I was in my late teens I'd get fifteen to twenty minutes lead time.

Sometimes I'll feel a connection with somebody I've just met and I'll know things about them that I couldn't possibly have guessed, like nicknames from years ago, or I'll get a word pop into my mind that'll be something emotive to them. It's relatively rare that it happens, though.

Probably the strongest precog I've had was a kind of waking dream early in the morning, where I was trying to drag somebody (actually my wife - I had her in a vicelike grip, dragging her across the bed) out of the water, and when she asked why, and what was in the water, I said 'death'. It turned out to have happened at the exact time that a volcanic eruption caused poison gas to leech into a lake somewhere in Africa and wipe out an entire village. My wife thought it strange enough to ring me at work (pre mobile phone days) to tell me after she saw it on the midday news.

[catephoenix]

In the late 1990s I had a repetitive dream about slot machines for about a fortnight, and at the end of that fortnight I won a holiday to Las Vegas (I'd forgotten I'd entered). Then when we had been in Vegas a couple of days, I had a dream about a more old fashioned casino, with these little shops that ran off it, and in the dream a woman won a heap of money from a slot machine. Guess what, it happened the next day and in what place it happened. Weird.

Of course, there is also the usual - you think of someone that you haven't seen or spoken too in months/years and they phone a couple of minutes later.

[delboy]

One night, when I was at home ill with pneumonia, drugged to the hilt, I had a dream in which a horse won a race. The name came to me very clearly. The next day I saw in the paper that a horse with that name was running. Needless to say I phoned a bet in... and the horse won!

On the other hand, it was Cheltenham race week and I'd no doubt subliminally picked up the name of the horse from the paper or the TV. Nevertheless...

Having said that, I often have an inclining that I'm going to win the lottery and it's never happened yet, and zillions of times I think of someone from my past and they don't suddenly ring.

Derek

[delph_ambi]

Exactly. It's the coincidences you remember, because they're... coincidences. All the other events, the zillions and zillions, are entirely unmemorable. It would be bloody weird if there weren't the occasional coincidence.

Though having said that, I'm not rubbishing the whole idea. When I was twelve years old, my Mum received a phone call. I heard later that my brother was standing nearby when the phone rang, and he told Mum, completely out of the blue, that I'd been run over. Mum picked up the phone, and sure enough, it was my piano teacher telling her that I'd walked out of my lesson and under a car. There was no possible way that my brother should have been able to know that. One hell of a coincidence.