I'll throw in my little contribution. When I was about 8 years old my grandfather was very sick. I was sitting in his living room with my uncle, the
family cat walked by my uncle and he grabbed her up into his lap. The best way I can describe what happened next was that him picking up the cat
triggered something in me, I felt something change inside and I said "grandpa is going to die tonight". My grandpa wasnt around and my uncle and I
were talking about the baseball game on television, but when he picked up the cat I just felt like I had been through that before and that is what
came out of my mouth instinctively. The next morning, my sister and I were pulled out of class because my grandfather had passed away sometime in the
night. My uncle and I have never spoken of that since, for a while he looked at me weird and we dont talk much to this day.
Fast forward 4 years, I was in bed trying to go to sleep and I opened my eyes. I saw a shadow on the floor that was coming through the window. No
trees or anything on the other side of the window and only light drapes on the inside, but the shadow looked like what I would think a demon may look
like. I flipped over to see what was at the window, but there was nothing. I flipped back over thinking that maybe it was a cat that jumped off the
window sill so there wouldnt be a shadow anymore, but it was still there. I was scared beyond belief at that point and just laid there with my eyes
closed as tight as I could keep them.
Life carried on unhindered for the next 6 years and then one night my future wife and I were in my truck out by the lake ummm.... playing cards. As I
am sure most of you know when a young man is playing cards there isnt much that distracts him. Leave it to me to get distracted, I started hearing
something that sounded like people laughing. We stopped and she said "what?", I said listen. She didnt hear anything and I said "I hear laughing, do
you?" She said "no", but at this point I could definitely tell it was young children laughing and playing, but wtf are they doing out here at 1130 at
night? Boom! Then it was like all this scene/information hit me instantly, I saw 3 children playing, looked like maybe siblings, 2 boys and a girl.
They were playing then they were getting buried by a man in overalls, beard, maybe in his late 40's. It was like it was from the early 1900's, I dont
know how else to describe it, I'm bad with the words. Didnt so much scare me as it freaked me out, so we quit playing cards for the night.
I have always been scared to death of heights and flying. One morning I woke up sweating and my heart racing, I had a nightmare in which I had been
in a plane crash, thats all there was to it a crash. I got out of bed called my wife at her work and said "hun I just had a horrible dream that I
died in a plane crash." Then she told me to turn on the news, it was 9-11-2001. Until just now she was the only person that I ever told about that
dream and I'm confident that she never told.
Right around five years after that, I was laying in bed one night alone, my wife and I were separated. I was having a hard time getting to sleep so
lots of tossing an turning. Now for you to properly envision the next chain of events, you need to understand that I am not a tiny man, I am quite
hairy, very pale, and I sleep in the nude. I roll over one more time and holy hell if there isnt a girl, maybe 12 years old, pale, dark stringy hair
and wearing what appears to be a white night gown and she is chanting something. I freak the hell out, never in my life have I moved so fast, I run
outside into the parking lot of the apartment complex completely butt naked. This is in a major city, that yes has a night life. Very unfortunate for
me and all the poor souls that had to witness that spectacle, scarred for life they are.
Now some of ya are going to say I'm BSing you, thats cool, I wouldnt believe me either. Some might say, oh its your third eye or your elbow chakra or
something, maybe my pineal gland. All I have to say to that is, there are pills for people that believe that stuff, I highly suggest you consult a
professional. Boils down to this, I'm atheist, but at the same time I know that there are things that cant currently be explained, it just is what it
ETA: I should mention that I have spurts in my life where I sleep walk too, so if you are a mental health professional and have like some super cool
diagnosis, that would be epic.
edit on 13-3-2012 by ohaiderats because: forgot to mention ETA