I dreamt of a horrible car crash. There was a young woman with darkish blond short hair, and blood pouring from her neck, and she was in a brace. The next day on my way to school, there was an car accident in front of my Mom and I. And what do you know, there was a woman behind the wheel, blood pouring from her neck, and the Gardai (Irish cop/police) had arrived and were placing a brace around her neck. I went into a state of shock and hysterically crying.
A few months before hand I heard "The heart will not pump, and chest with not rise with breath. This will be done by ones self". I didn't realize until the next day that my teacher committed suicide that morning due to serve manic depression. I have never screamed so much or ever felt so guilty for something I didn't even do.
Simply things like knowing what someone is going to say before they say it, is a common problem with me. Knowing when someone is going to knock on the door, and even as extreme as feeling peoples emotions even when they have a fake smile plastered on their face, knowing when someone is lying. Which is a really scary thing to be able to do.
But of course no-one believes me, at all.