I've been sensing my death approaching for the past year. I'm just 21 years old and completely healthy, and if my death were to come any time soon, it would be most likely an accident.
Before you assume I'm just paranoid (which is normal to assume, and I hope I am this time), I'd like to let you all know that I had predicted my death before, back in 2015, when I dreamt that I was getting ready for college just like every morning, and the apartment building's elevator crashed while I was inside. My entire body went numb like there were ants walking between my flesh and bones, and I realised I was dying. I tried to contain my soul in my body but I watched my knees crash and my body collapse as I was standing over it.
When I woke up I felt it had all really happened and that I was taken back in time somehow (this is unlikely but I still feel it was real). I was so scared I said I wouldn't leave the house for the next days, and that morning the elevator really did crash from the ground floor to the basement due to poor maintenance, with nobody getting hurt fortunately.
Now for the past year I'm sensing something approaching, and the feeling only keeps getting stronger. Sometimes this feeling lasts for a few hours, sometimes it lasts for days. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but if you believe that time is an illusion, I feel that my death has happened before and that I'm about to experience it again.
This feeling often comes with visions, such as my body being mutilated in some way, possibly by a car accident. I see myself feeling desperate in my last momments because I know my family's life will be ruined. I hear people talking about me and I can't respond. I see my mother looking at my feet in the morgue as she rembembers the first time she kissed my feet when I was born, and the first time I ever walked. I see her talking to me like I'm a baby, and she kissesy feet one last time. I'm there and I can't talk to her, and I'm forced to watch her and the rest of my family suffer like I'm watching a movie.
Needless to say I'm tearing up as I'm typing this because it's really vivid in my mind, as though it has happened before and I'm recalling it.
I don't visit my dead relatives in the graveyard anymore because I'm getting visions of my funeral and being buried in the family grave of my father's side of the family.
I've always been clairvoyant and I've learned to trust my visions. I've also always had a natural "talent" of communicating with the dead, which I tried to "shut down" after messing with a ouija board when I was 16 and developed a phobia of spirits. My ability to communicate with the spirits only "reawakened" last year when a man's spirit started appearing to me and attached himself to me without being toxic. He's now part of my daily life and we seem to share a strong commection. I'm starting to believe he came to "reclaim" something he had lost, or perhaps he's going to "welcome me back" somewhere.
If you want to know more about the man, you can look at my older stories on this account and my newer stories on "your ghost stories" http://www.yourghoststories.com/user-profile.php?user=77473
I'm afraid of talking about my visions and I haven't talked to anyone in real life about it. Have any of you ever felt this way? Your opinion is welcome, whatever it may be.