I've been having dreams since I was around 7, about things that would happen, and they've happened since...
I feel cold touches and hear whispers in my ears sometimes.
One specific dream that stood out was: I was in an old Victorian house in Marlin, Texas looking for some old documents. The doors were very small and the only way I could get into the house was through the attic crawl space. When I entered the house, I saw a beautiful little blond girl in a blue sundress painted on a child sized door (I had to bend over to go through it), and when I entered her room, I was confronted by what I felt was the girl's big sister. She was wearing a light blue sundress with a 1920's look to it, blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. We talked for awhile, then she hurriedly shoved some documents into my hands and told me to leave but don't give anyone those documents. I consciously asked her in my dream if she would stay with me, as I couldn't bear to lose her, I was in tears when I woke up.
Another dream I had was about the house I live in: I woke up and walked out the back door, and the landscape was apocalyptic. Fires were on the horizons and there was nothing to be seen. I got my family (mom and dad) and we walked to Riesel, the town I live outside of. As we were coming back to our house, I heard a shotgun being racked, and saw a man in his mid 20's glaring hatefully out my bedroom window. I felt in my dream that he was Hank William's secretary, he had shoulder length unruly brown hair. (Weird I know!) and he was very defensive, and was shooting at us. I finally made it into the house to go convince him that we weren't going to hurt him, and the dream ended with both of us sitting on my bed talking about how we were going to fix up the house like they do on the TV shows.
Those dreams haven't come true, I believe they are spirits trying to contact me.
I've had times where Mom would be talking to me and I would know exactly what she would say before she said it.
And this incident happened the first part of this year: I was crossing a completely empty street, and when I looked to my right, a red car was speeding my way. I tried to run out of the way, and I felt the car barely graze my right calf, I think something was protecting me. The car was going around 60MPH, and I was partially in front of it, I keep getting a feeling that if I wouldn't have been "protected", I would be dead today.