When I was a child growing up I would always have two dreams. One of the dreams was always about my mother being murdered and the second dream was about my uncle being evil and always doing bad things. As I got older I would have a feeling for bad things that were going to happen but it only was within my family.
A few years ago and a couple weeks before my birthday I went and saw my mother and we had a nice conversation and before I left her place I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her that I loved her and then I told her I think your boyfriend is going to kill you. Also I am not the type of person to always give my mother a hug or even a kiss on the cheek but I did that day. When it came to me telling my mother how I thought her boyfriend was going to kill her it felt almost like someone else was talking for me. My mother just laughed it off and thought I was being crazy. I had no reason what so ever to even think this but I was as certain of it just as 2+2=4.
A few weeks later my mother was murdered and I had such a strong urgency in my mind that something bad was going to happen to her but I just thought I am going crazy and her boyfriend was not a bad guy by any means. My mother was murdered by her boyfriend the day after my birthday, three weeks after I saw her and told her what I thought.
The second bad feeling I got was a month after my mother's death. My brother and I were at my uncle's house just to be together in this tough time. I had woken up with a bad feeling that my brother was being hurt by my uncle and I thought to myself I must be going crazy. I tried to go to sleep but I had that same exact feeling as I did when I told my mother that her boyfriend was going to kill her.
The next morning I talked to my brother one on one and asked if he was okay and if anything bad happen last night and please keep in mind my brother is mentally handicapped and he said nothing was wrong but looked like he wanted to cry. By the end of the weekend we all went home and my brother lives in a group home. Late Sunday night I ended up getting a phone call from the police department claiming that my brother was sexually assaulted over the weekend. I was shocked and confused because this whole time I was with him.
Now these are only two situations I am giving but why do I know when bad things are going to happen? I guess it's hard to stop something when you don't want people to think you're crazy.