After my grandmother passed away last year, I was down at her farm near the barn. They have a long driveway but not too long that you couldn't see the end of it. I looked up the road because I could hear a dog barking. Walking down the road was my grandmother and their old brown collie from when my mom was little. It was like they were just walking down after going to the mailbox like any ordinary day. I never knew of this collie so I turned to my mom and asked if they had ever owned one and she said yes from when she was a little girl. I was freaked out because that was something id never known and now I see it.
The other time this happened was last night. My best friends brother passed away 3 years ago in a four wheeling accident. I was never told details; little details like what he was wearing or what the other two riders were wearing or even where exactly they were. Last night I talked to Eric (her brother) and he brought me to the site where it happened. I was there through the whole thing like it was something out of a movie. Like we went back in time and were watching his accident. I gave my best friend all the details from the day. The clothes they were all wearing. The exact words that were said to each other. The 911 calls. The looks on their faces. The exact image of that day as if I was there when it took place. She can't understand how I know all of this when I was never told of it. I feel awkward bringing it up to her but I wanted her to know for some reason.
Can someone please tell me what is happening because it is starting to scare me and I have seen countless doctors, I have been admitted to a psychiatric ward, my parents think I'm just going through depression.
Please help me understand what is going on with me.