For the past few years, I've had some very strange experiences. I've been able to feel what others are feeling. I know when people are lying or are in trouble, even over a great distance. People always seem to be able to come to me and talk with me about their problems because I understand and make them feel better. I know right now it sounds pretty typical, but allow me to explain.
About four years ago, I had a pen pal in Canada. He was a very dear friend. After a while, his letters got shorter and he wasn't seeming much like himself. I immediately knew something was wrong. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking to myself "what if he has cancer or something?" Well a month or so later, he wrote back telling me about a lump in his lymphatic system they found. He said it was no big deal at the time, and I told him to get it checked out before it got really bad and incurable. He passed away about a year later because he refused to get it checked out.
There are several other times where I've known and experienced things that just aren't me. My friends come talk to me about their problems and sometimes it just feels as though I drain out their sadness and bring it into myself to make them happy again. There are other times that I dream things and, maybe not immediately, but they will eventually occur. I experience déjà vu quite frequently and there are sometimes when I just know things that I shouldn't.
A good example of this is that I had a dream that my friend and her fiancé were having a huge argument and he took her ring back. Well, yesterday she came over crying because he had done just that. I told her that everything would be fine and that he would do something to make it up to her very soon. During the entire time I was trying to calm her down, it felt like I was draining her sadness from her and into myself. Afterwards, she was completely calm and coherent. I, on the other hand, was a huge mess. Later that evening, her fiancé called me and asked what her favorite chick flick was. He rented it and got all of her favorite snacks in an attempt to make it up to her. After all was said and done, I felt such a huge relief.
Is this normal? Am I psychic or just strange?