I don't know if this counts as psychic or not, but I have always been able to foresee certain things in my life, usually when something bad was going to happen. I didn't foresee this via visions or dreams. (Although I do tend to have some strange dreams). My foresight into things that are going to happen, which are usually bad, comes from believe it or not, light bulbs.
Sometimes, actually, quite often, when I pass under street lanterns, they tend to flicker, and the same for the light bulbs mounted on ceiling of my house, they flicker almost always, possibly a sign of bad electrics, but on some of these occasions people are with me, and they claim not to have seen the flickering. (Sometimes I think I blacked out for a millisecond and that's what the flickering thing was)
But one night in 2004, I was walking home from a night out (was the morning after boxing day-night), I got beaten up 14 doors away from my house, but after the beating, I recalled that the street light flickered that night as I approached.
It always stuck in my head.
Now lights just tend to flicker around me, but in 2005, when out drinking with a mate called Des, we were accompanied by someone called Chris, who apparently didn't think the hole in my Jeans was big enough to be trendy. So whilst I was sitting beside Chris, and not looking, I just felt him put his finger in the hole at my Knee, and he ripped a small hole even wider. I stood up, in shock, and at the same time, a glass on the table just shattered. It didn't explode and go everywhere, it left like a spiral shape in the glass on the table, and the base/bottom of the glass rolled off the table onto the floor. Chris, who is a avid fan of the tv series "Charmed", started going on about how he's a witch, and he did it with Witch Powers (Chris is very gothy, so you can imagine the scene).
Maybe Chris didn't do it, maybe I did it, from what I have read, Telekinesis / Psychokinesis is often associated with heightened emotion, and at that one moment, I felt incredibly shocked, and angry.
This wasn't an isolated incident, in October 2006, I was out drinking again, (I know, I know, I'm drinking all the time it seems) with work mates, and Deborah and Barry were snogging, so I took a picture with my cam phone, and Debs, who was in a state which transcends drunk, reached over, and grabbed my 300 pound Camera phone (sony ericcson k800i), we both wrestled for it, and it snapped almost in two, and the battery cover went flying, and she didn't seem to care, so, at that same moment, the glasses on the table all at once just exploded.
I remember being the most sober of the bunch, so that's why I remember it in so much detail. Everyone just put it down to us wrestling and hitting the glasses, but we wrestled over the glasses and bottles, even if we did touch them, they would have got knocked over, and not shattered as much as they did. So that's my second instance of Telekinesis / Psychokinesis, if you can call it that.
In regards to the light flickering thing, I just always assume the worst is about to happen when lights flicker around me.