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My wife does, details, house numbers, street numbers, she once had one that saved my life about a person with a gun hidden in a certain place.
It did not happen for a few months after, but the street number, and person in wheel chair was all correct. ** only thing wrong, she say a knife and they had a gun.
I do quit often which scares me when i have bad dreams cause I never know if they are gonna come true or not. Also for some reason I have a lot of dreams about seeing different ghosts. Most of the time yes I will see things in such detail that I don't remember if it was a dream or real life. And sometimes I dream of something and see it in real life.
I have dreams that are vague and rather abstract but then at certain times I feel de ja vu and remember a dream I had and feel that it was somehow connected to something that just happened.
I also swear at times something happened in real life and it had to have been a dream.
I have these dreams often, when the Goddess deems it worthy for me to see something. However, to explain how these dreams happen and come about would be hard. I'd have to write you a book. It happens because its supposed to.
I don't have dreams about the future, just feelings, that's the best way I can describe it.
I have predicted the death of each and every one of my family members that have passed on.
Day and time, usually at least a week before it happens. The only one I was off on was my dads. I was wrong by an hour.
I can also sense animals somehow. If we are driving down a road and I sense a deer or something my hubby always slows down, I've only been wrong twice. Once I called deer and it was a skunk, the next time I thought cat and it was a porcupine. We hit the porcupine and I made hubby stop. The poor thing went into the woods and I'm going after it calling "Hear kitty, kitty, it's okay, I'm gonna help you." I finally gave up and we went home. Lucky for me, the front grill of the car was covered in quills.
I don't know how any of it happens and I can't control it. It just happens and it sometimes feels like someone punched me when it does.
I agree. I hate knowing that death is approaching a loved one, I want to be able to enjoy the time I have left with them, not loosing sleep because I know the day is fast approaching. It sucks.
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