I am unsure as to whether this counts as a psychic experience, a coincidence or something entirely different, but I will share this story with all of you and perhaps I can get some thoughtful comments.
About a year or two ago, I was in the car in the middle of a terrible storm. At first it was just rainy with dark skies, but it soon escalated. There were blue and red lightning bolts that rocked my car, and the sound of the thunder was actually terrifying. It didn't occur to me that this could be tornado weather because we never had crazy weather like that in my neighborhood, and haven't since. I don't know much about anticipating such storms, but I was aware at the time that the sky turns different colors. I remember looking up and saying to myself that the sky looked normal, so I did not think that this storm was any different than all the others, except for the fact that this one was particularly bad. So there I was in my car, waiting for a friend to drive me home (we carpooled at the time and I often had to wait about an hour before heading home). There I sat experiencing the immense power of a tornado, when I felt the need to write a story. I wrote and wrote on scrap papers using an unsharpened pencil I found in my bag as I was constantly jolted upright from the lightning bolts and thunder that struck dangerously close. But I couldn't stop! At one point I paused to phone my carpool buddy with a request to hurry up because I thought I'd be struck by lightning. But instead of watching this incredible storm, I wrote and wrote and wrote.
We then headed home and my friend kept saying, "Did you see that bolt?" at which point I would look over and see several more of varying colors strike down for several seconds, but I felt such an overwhelming need to continue writing that I barely could keep my eyes on it. All I said was that it was a wild storm and that we must be in the middle of it. He wanted to pull over and watch it, but I said we should keep driving. I finished the story before I arrived back home and put the papers in my bag.
At that point, I received a phone call telling me to get inside because a giant twister had just ripped through the parking lot literally next to the one I had been sitting in. It had thrown around cars and ripped the roofs off of houses. The size of this thing was unheard of. At first, I didn't even think of what I had been writing. I ran into the basement with my pets and family to wait it out, but soon the sky turned a beautiful pink and we knew it was over. Had I not called my friend to hurry so we could leave, and had I not said to keep driving, we could have been caught in the middle of the cyclone. I then hid the papers and forgot all about them. I actually did not even think of the storm and my writing until I found the papers in a move. At that point, I said to myself, "Hey, I remember this. Wait a second, didn't I write this story in the middle of the only tornado I have ever been in?" I then began to read it, but instead tucked it away.
It is not that I literally missed a tornado by the skin of my teeth that I am writing this now. It is the story that I wrote during this time that is unimaginably and eerily strange. I am not a writer, and haven't written a story since. The story I wrote is a prediction that includes all of us and it is creepy. I now wonder if it is just a story and a coincidence, something that I wrote in boredom as I waited like a fool in a car during a storm when I should have been running for cover, or if I should take this writing seriously. We can all get creative and let our imaginations run wild sometimes. Perhaps this was one of those times.
I have since put this writing away. In fact, I hid it. I don't know where it is, but I may be able to find it, although, I'm not sure if I want to.