I've had a few experiences that I'm not sure what to make of. The first incident I recall happened when I was ten years old. I had an older brother that was ill with cancer. One day I was lying on my mother's bed looking at a little school picture of him. I had a scenario run through my head that my brother was going to die, then the little boy I was "going with" would call my house and my mother would send my sister and I to the neighbors' houses to try to get some kind of help because she couldn't get a hold of anyone on the phone. The thoughts that ran through my mind disturbed me and I didn't want to think about my brother dying so I brushed them off so to speak. About fifteen minutes later everything happened in that exact order.
My next experience happened not too long after that. My sister, a friend of ours, and I were going to a little park. The entrance that we went through had these kind of hollowed out metal poles lined in a row so cars couldn't drive thorough that area. My sister was the first of us to go through and when she did she tapped the poles that were on either side of her with the palm of her hand as she walked through. Our friend was right behind my sister and did the same thing as she walked through. When I went to walk through, something stopped me and the thought of bees being in the poles came to me. I thought by my sister and our friend tapping the poles perhaps there were bees in them that they had just angered. Once again I brushed the thought off and walked through the poles. As I walked between them bees came out of them and I was stung about seven or eight times.
The last experience I will share with you was also the most recent, it happened about two years ago. My family is in the racehorse industry. Our racetrack runs about nine months a year. Our track opened in October and from the first day I went to the track I knew something terrible was going to happen. I thought one of our jockeys would get killed. A little more than a month went by and I still carried this feeling.
One day there was a spill on the track and one of the riders was hurt. I remember telling this jockey later that I was glad that he got hurt and his injury wasn't serious because I kept having this bad feeling. Well I figured this jockey's injury was what I was feeling so I tried not to think about it anymore although I still had this "knot" in my stomach. It wasn't too long after that that there was a very bad spill. The horse that was in front broke it's leg throwing the jockey to the track and causing other horses and jockeys to go down. After all was said and done three riders were down and one was dead. He was sixteen years old.
These are only some of my experiences. I don't know why they seem to be few and far between or how I know when the feelings I get are real. I'm a little afraid of it I know that much. Where should I go with this? I have no idea.