I am new to this site, but I really wanted to share this particular experience.
April 6th, 2008 at about 2pm, I began to get really nervous and that led to that weird queasy feeling you get at the pit of your stomach. At that time I lived in Philadelphia and was at work, the feeling continued to intensify and my stomach hurt so bad I could barely sit upright in my seat at my desk. I knew the pain wasn't from anything I ate, but it did leave me feeling weak. I left work early and went home thinking maybe a stomach virus had reared its ugly head.
Between 6pm to 9pm it eased up, but I still felt nervous for some reason. At 9pm it started up again and this time the pain was worse than before. I was on the phone with a friend of mine and she kept suggesting that I go to the ER but I refused as I laid on my floor curled up in a ball. She stayed on the phone with me until after 12am. I finally went to sleep at about 2pm only to be awakened at 6am by my phone ringing.
I looked at my caller ID and saw my father's cell phone number. I thought as picking it up, he must have accidentally called as that's his normal time for him to go to work and maybe his phone accidentally dialed me. Sadly that wasn't the case. My 20 year old brother was shot 5 times Monday April 6th at 9 pm and died in front of a house in the town of Freeport by 9:10pm.
Was I experiencing his soon to be murder?
He was shot in his stomach, his back, his neck, his chest and groin area.
What's really scary is that the month prior my mother dreamt of all events that actually came true that lead to his murder, from my six year old son having to go to the hospital for chest pains, my aunt being extremely ill, me being recruited for a job to come back to NY and finally my brother's funeral, where he even gave her clues about who would give her all the answers she needed from a guy named Frank or Franklin. He died on Jessie street and the Detectives working the case, the precinct is on Franklin street.