I honestly don't want to do this, but I would like some insight on this that's been on my mind for many years now.
Please bear with me with the details, I'm only expanding on relevant things to give some context.
I am in my late 20s. I've always sensed and felt things. I had several strange experiences in my childhood and some (less) during adolescence.
My parents liked to go to the Casino. They liked many things actually, but this point is very important. Each time they went, I felt a sudden worryness. I was agitated, preoccupied, and sensed something wrong. ONLY when they went there. Many times I called them, my mother mostly, with lame excuses such as "is there something in the fridge?" and stuff like that, when in reality, it was because I wanted to know if they were OK.
This happened for years, and since nothing ever happened, I paid no mind to it.
Then, about six months before the event I'll describe later, I had a dream. There was this man, a neighbor that died several years before that point, that was all dressed in white, when I left my doorstep. He was talking to some people and as I passed by, he told me "You're going to see me more often". When I woke up, I was puzzled. This man and I never had that much connection to begin with. His wife is alive and was my neighbor too at that time. So, I told my mother the dream, and she told the neighbor. And that was it.
My mother was very particular too. She was born during a solar eclipse. She felt things too, and there was this time when I was 18 or 20, when she looked at me and said: "My job is done", referring to me. Only later I understood that. She never wanted me to play the ouija board, never told me why. In recent years I found out she had tremendous experiences with it, table liftings and all.
Back to the story, the year in question she turned 50. She made a big party, she wanted to celebrate as if it were the end of the world, the biggest party of her life. The very day of her birthday, she started to have high blood pressure. Later on, she took all kinds of tests and doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong. I heard one of them tell her "You have a heart of a 30 year old, I don't understand it".
So one day, they went to the Casino. Someone called and left a message on the phone. As an excuse, I called my father to tell him and check on them but no one answered. I called again, to another cell phone. His broken voice answered and told me that they were in the hospital, not very good.
I rushed to the hospital. They were in a car accident. FURNITURE appeared in the middle of the highway, my father tried to elude it crashing to several cars, spinning out of control and another car impacting my mother's side. She suffered horrendous injuries and died that night. Only she died, not the other 5 cars involved and my father came out with barely a scratch. Everything went downhill in everyone's life after this, but that's another story.
I can't believe I'm telling this, but I do it because I need answers, and no one has provided any yet.
I'll be happy to provide any details if it helps.