Unbelievable Real-Life Encounters That Defy Explanation—Would You Believe They Really Happened?
The day of his trip, he calls me and tells me he decided last minute not to go. Refuses to really get into why. Just says he changed his mind. Seemed really odd for something that he had been planning for a couple months.
That night I’m sitting at my girlfriends house and we’re watching the news, and they report that US Air Flight 1493 – the flight my dad was supposed to be on – collided with another aircraft while landing in Los Angeles. About 25% of the people on the flight were killed. Hard to know how my Dad would have made out, because it really depended on where you were sitting (front vs. back of the plane).
It was several months before he finally told me that night before he was supposed to leave, he had an extremely vivid dream that he died in a fiery plane crash. So vivid that it scared him out of flying that day.
My dad is a marine corps Vietnam veteran who saw combat. I can only imagine how vivid the dream must have been, to scare him out of getting on that plane that morning.
Believe it or not I’ve never actually watched Final Destination. Now I HAVE to see it!
My siblings and I all had the same dream on the same night a year ago. It was exactly one year after my mum died and we all had a dream about her and she was in the same place and was speaking to us. She reassured us that she was ok and she was with her mum and my dead siblings and that her dad is in the bad place.
The next day we all realised we had the same dream, we even all independently drew a picture of the place we saw her and wrote down the name of the place it resembled. Most of my siblings took that as an actual message from my mum but my youngest sister and I like to believe that we have all developed some freaky hive mind low level telepathy lol.
The only way I can explain this one is “wishful thinking.”
My mom and dad were co-dependent, and they liked it that way. They didn’t want other people (other than the kids). They were completely happy to be just wrapped up in each other. My dad died the day before his birthday in a hospice centre. Afterwards, it was like he was still home. His touch lamp beside his recliner would go on by itself. The recliner would rock like someone was getting in it. And sometimes, my mom or my sister would hear my dad saying, “Honey, fix me a cold drink?” That was exactly how he’d ask my mom to fill up his massive mug with Sprite over ice.
My mother died less than a year and a half later. After my mother died, there was never another sign of either of them being there. They’ve been gone now for close to 14 years now.
I have many, but here’s the first that popped in my head. I was driving home from work after picking up my baby late at night. Not many cars around out on the country roads. The one stoplight out there was red for me so I stop. It turns green and have a sudden voice or thought or whatever in my head saying don’t go yet!
Nothing is coming…I’m still sitting at the green light. Right as I let off the brake, a semi comes flying through his red light. I was shook.
Me and my friend were walking back home after college, along the same route I always took every day. It was a 20 minute walk, some of which was a country lane. I left college with my friend at 4pm and we walked to my home. We never stopped or detoured. Somehow we arrived to mine at 7pm. Something like 2 hours and 40 minutes just disappeared like that.
We’ve never been able to explain what happened.
My son (now 10) was 4 and was able to name my Grandmother, by name, by a picture of her when she was in her 20’s that was in storage that my mom and I were going through. She died before my wife and I even met. He said she was the lady who taught him how to do his “silly laugh”.
Context: his “silly laugh” as we called it was a laugh that sounded just like my Grandmother’s. The reason it was so specific and “silly” was that my Grandmother had a brain aneurism when my mom was in her teens. It paralyzed the left of her body (including vocal chords and lips) and gave her a very distinct and odd sounding laugh.
All of the first born women on my mothers side of the family have repeated prophetic dreams that give us crippling vertigo and Dejavu shortly before they come true in real life. This has been going on forever as far as I can tell as my great grandmother remembers everyone being affected by this all the way back to her great grandmother at least. About a month before my grandfather died last October me my mother my grandmother and my great grandmother all had premonitions about the event all relating to the places where we were when we learned of his death. In my time this ability has also predicted my aunt being pregnant a full month before she informed anyone and the murder of a close family friend.
I had a dream at age 9 where I was walking through an alleyway with another boy (Who I didn’t know at the time) having a conversation about School grades or something. 2 years later I meet this boy, and turns out he’s a friend of my brother who’s a year older than me, but it still didn’t hit me yet that he was the one I was walking with in my dream. Another 3 years pass, we are now in Highschool, and all 3 of us are walking through the usual alleyway that we passed through to get home, then a conversation about School grades pop up and I get hit with the biggest realization and feeling of Deja Vu ever. I was reliving the dream that occurred 5 years prior and my memory of that dream became very vivid at that moment. They thought I was a mf Wizard predicting what they were gonna say a second before they speak. This happened 8 months ago, it was great.
So I was too young to remember this first hand and we moved to a new house a month before I turned 2 years old to give you an idea of how young, but my parents told me that when we lived in our first house I would absolutely not go into my bedroom. I would put my hands and feet across the doorframe and scream bloody murder and no matter how hard my parents tried they could not get me into that room. One time my parents must have managed to actually get me in there, and I was crying my eyes out, my mum asks me what the matter was and apparently I just pointed to the corner and said “Funny man. Funny man in the corner”. My parents let me stay in their room after that apparently.
I was home alone in high school. It looked like car headlights where shining through our kitchen door which didn’t make sense because it was next to a field. I looked out the kitchen door and the lights where coming from about 50 feet off the ground. It was a row of 3 white lights and 1 red light. I opened the door and there was complete silence and the whole field was lit up. I closed the door quickly, turned around and it was gone.
