When I was a little girl my mother died, I don't remember anything before a few days prior to her death. My older brother and I had been visiting her and my younger sister for the holidays. I was five or six years old at the time. We had all been playing outside in the parking lot of the motel she was living in. I had fallen and scraped my knees and she came outside after hearing my cry. She took me inside and cleaned up my cuts.
For some reason this strange feeling came over me and I had a longing to be closer to her. A that time I thought nothing of it until a few days later when she was leaving, I knew when she walked out that door something was wrong. I looked for her out of the bathroom window and couldn't sleep, then her boyfriend came and that's when this strange feeling of panic came over me and I was demanding to see my mother... My brother and sister awoke at this point and he took us to where she was at. She came to the window of the car and all seemed well but I could feel like something was wrong but I didn't know what... I told her that I loved her and she gave me hugs and kisses and left and, as we drove away, I knew that I would never get anymore hug or kisses from my mother again.
The next day my uncles came and took us to our play aunt's house somewhere close by and we spent the night there. When night came, I sat staring out the window and at the end of the street I saw my mother standing there staring at me. I told my brother and sister that she was dead. At this point we didn't know where our mother was and or even that she was dead for that matter, so when I told them this, they accused me of lying and and were upset but I knew she was, because I had seen her ghost and I realized why I had been feelings the way I was feelings for the past few days.
The next day our uncles returned and took us home and that's when our grandmother told us what had happened. My brothers and sister broke out in tears but I didn't cry, because I had already knew and already accepted this before she told me. I had told her why I wasn't breaking down like the others after she stared at me curiously for several moments.
After that I had other experiences. They stopped being just feelings that something was wrong. I would get images in my head. When my best friend's grandma (who she lived with and was like a grandma to me) died, several months beforehand, I dreamt of her laying in a casket with pale greenish skin and then in other dreams, I would see her just sitting on the couch... After my dreams started, my friend told me that her grandma was starting to get sick and that they didn't think she was going to live very long. I never told her about my dreams and I didn't even go to the funeral service. She told me that her grandma died on the living room sofa and that no one knew, they all assumed she was just sleeping, and that even though they tried to apply make up to her and make her look nice in death, her skin was a palish green and she looked horrible. This scared me.
But it doesn't even stop there. I remember these same things happening to me about a woman I consider to be my mother, my older cousin who died of liver cancer and my grandfather after my grandpa died for several year, this feelings and images stopped. I think perhaps these feelings and images stopped because when my grandpa died I felt as if I had finally lost one of the last important people in my life. All I had left was my grandmother who is still alive. I thought perhaps I could only see the deaths of people who I really cared for and loved and held close to me.
For about four or so years they stopped until I meet my boyfriend and his entire family was so warm and so welcoming and I took them all in as my brothers and sister and niece and his mother as a mother figure and I grew close with all of them and they accepted me. I remember being at my cousin's house for about a week and for a few days I was really depressed again and I couldn't figure out why. I would occasionally think of jordan's grandma and the last time I had saw her and then one day right before I got in the shower, they called me and told me she had passed and after that, tammy, my boyfriend's mother, and I were sitting in the living of the new house they were in.
At this point I had started having images again. These were different though they weren't sharp clear images with just one person, its was blurred and there were multiple people and different scenes, three to be exact. I would see my sister and then my dad and then jordan and all his brothers they all seemed to have known that they were in danger and I couldn't take it anymore. It was starting to take over my thoughts when I was awake, I couldn't think of anything else, all I could think about were these images, so while tammy and I were sitting watching NOTHING on tv once again, here the images came. I couldn't keep it to myself anymore I told Tammy that I had been getting this feelings and images and that someone close to me was going to be hurt maybe even die. She told me not to worry about it I'm just stressed about the things that were going on, so I did.
I returned home two days later and that following weekend I was dreaming that I was with julian's jordan youngest brother and we were all at a party. It was still unclear but I knew it was julian who I was with and that it was a party we were at. I don't remember everything except that got a phone call at 4 that morning and it was jordan. His brother julian had been shot twice in the head leaving a party. My heart dropped. He told me that they didn't think that he was going to make it actually, that there was no one he would make it but if he did she would be a vegetable. I didn't cry I just prayed that he would be okay and make it out normal and I called everyone I knew and asked them to pray, my aunts and cousin in other states, my friends on myspace. I put the word out there and asked everyone to pray and Julian made it.
He lived through it and turned out not to be a vegetable. The doctors at the hospital which just so happens to be one of the BEST and most ADVANCED called him "The Miracle Boy" and it doesn't even seem as if he was ever shot. Although he still has one bullet in his head. His scars have actually faded, there used to be bold spots where the bullets entered and the one exited but they are covered now by his hair and she can read and count better than before and walks fine and is still the goofball that he was before.
Does anyone have these experiences or know anyone who does?