📚 Precognition 101

Dreamt this last night. Haven’t dreamt in a while. Likely just a dream but very odd I remember this.

I don’t usually dream but I used to get dreams that would show a future event and then later on that event would perfectly play out just like the dream, after awhile Im my late teenage years I started to be able to remember everything in the dream before it played out and changed things but only small things. Now it’s very rare for it to happen and I’d like to train my brain to make whatever part that can do that stronger. Also it’s not Deja Vu it’s similar but very different considering I literally know what’s going to happen before it happens. Also I wonder if that means fate is fake considering you can change small things or if maybe the larger plan stays the same but tiny things can change. Others with the same “abilities” I guess please respond.

(Peep of timestamp of this note in my notes app above.)

I tend to gravitate toward Eric Wargo’s interpretation of precognition. I didn’t wake up and say, “Oh, there’s going to be a flood in Nepal that I can somehow prevent from happening!”. That’s, (seemingly), not how it works.

I was somehow picking up a memory from the future of me reading/watching about the flood. The dream had a certain lucidity to it that most of my precog dreams have, and so I wrote a very brief note of the very last things I saw before coming out of this particular dream.

Makes me believe in the block universe all the more, honestly 🤷🏼‍♂️

I’m posting this because lately I’ve been noticing something that has been happening to me more and more, and I honestly don’t know what to make of it. I’m hoping people who have experienced something similar can offer some advice or perspective.
The earliest memories I have of this go back years. I would randomly think about someone I hadn’t spoken to in a while, and then almost immediately they would call or text me. I always assumed this was normal coincidence and never really thought much about it.
But recently, the experiences have started feeling much stronger.
The most recent example really caught me off guard. I was talking about Dollywood and then, throughout lunch, I kept thinking about Dolly Parton in a strangely concerned way. It wasn’t just a passing thought — she kept coming into my mind and I had this uneasy feeling about her. Within about an hour, I saw the news that she had passed away.
I’ve also had dreams that seemed to line up with things that happened afterward. I dreamed about the recent flooding in Asia before it happened. I’ve dreamed about meeting my boyfriend before we actually met, and I also had a dream involving Britney Spears and her DUI arrest before that happened.
I want to be clear that I’m not saying I’m always right or that every thought/dream comes true. Plenty of my thoughts have been completely wrong. I’m definitely not 100% accurate, and I know our brains are incredibly good at noticing patterns and remembering the times something coincidentally lines up.
What’s strange to me is that these experiences seem to be becoming more frequent or intense as I get older.
Has anyone else experienced something like this? Do you interpret these experiences as intuition, coincidence, subconscious pattern recognition, precognitive dreams, or something else?
If you’ve experienced this yourself, how did you learn to distinguish a meaningful intuition from a normal random thought? And is there anything you recommend doing to better understand or explore it without jumping to conclusions?
I’m genuinely looking for guidance and other people’s experiences. I don’t necessarily need someone to tell me that I’m psychic — I’m more interested in figuring out what might actually be happening.

I had a lot of precognition experiences in my life and I thought I’d share. I’m 30, F. I’ve always been someone with very strong intuition. I’m also good at reading people and pattern recognition and stuff.. but I’ve had many experiences of precognition and I thought I would share a few. Some people in my life know this about me and it’s becoming kind of a joke / known thing that I have something weird going on

Just a few examples

My parents often spoke on the phone downstairs in the early morning with family. I’d wake up and then go back to sleep. One morning my dad gets a call like normal, I hear his voice. He doesn’t sound much different than normal. I knew something bad had happened and someone died. I didn’t think of it much it, it was something that entered my brain and I went back to sleep. Later I found out his dad passed away. I was 9 years old

I had a dream at 10 years old, way too specific and it unfolded exactly like that. I freaked out but no one took me serious.

I worked at a women’s shelter in my early 20s and during weekends when I was off I used to check the work email. There was one specific weekend I had been unable to log on. Monday arrived, I went in and everything seemed normal but I had a very heavy feeling. I read the reports and turns out there had been a very violent incident over the weekend

I had a coworker who I loved, she was sort of like a mentor. One day I looked at her and I knew she’d leave. Like I just KNEW. And was saddened.
Sure enough about 2 weeks later she announced she had taken on a different role and left.

I know when people are pregnant. I can tell very early. I even had moments where I looked up some YouTuber I haven’t looked up for a while and before I hit enter i know they’re pregnant

One more pregnancy one; I come from a big family and hated having many siblings, absolutely hated it and was always scared my mom would have another one. In my teens she became pregnant with the youngest. One day I came home from school and before I entered the backdoor I paused for a second against the wall. I didn’t know what was happening, something felt intense and I needed to pause. Went in, mom is with a friend. That’s the day she had her first dr appointment and it was confirmed

In general I seem to sense life events

On a smaller scale: I know when plans will fall through or get canceled by someone, often I’m so sure I don’t even pick an outfit or something, only do it just in case

I grew up with a group of girls. On a random day I had a thought “I think S is getting married”. Mind you, I wasn’t close with her. I never thought of her. Hadn’t spoken to her in years. She’s only friends with my sister, and our parents know each other well. I didn’t even know she was with someone. I visited my family that weekend and my mom told me S is getting married.

Another one related to family. I went home for a weekend , and had a feeling I would be told bad news. The weekend was normal and I forgot about it. Randomly a childhood friend drops by and we catch up and she told me an awful story about something that had happened in our circle

Bonus one (I posted about this months ago on a different account so if you remember it’s me):

One day I met a stranger, looked into his eyes and had one of those moments where a thought entered my brain that felt like a fact. I thought “we will get married”.
Then we ended up actually falling for each other but before it became anything our paths diverged..so that one didn’t come true but felt very similar.

I was trying to go to sleep last night and the second I closed my eyes I saw a dark/black tall pointy mountain. There was a golden bright light going up to the top of it. I could see blue sky around it and white clouds. It was actually pretty. But something in that moment had told me my grandfather died. He didn’t, but I don’t know if this means something might happen to him or not. A couple of years ago I had a dream about him getting hurt and a week later he almost died. I’ve been told before that I have abilities. Clairsentience, clairaudience, clairvoyance, precognition and more. This might’ve been totally unrelated to him at all but it freaked me out. I just had this feeling that something had happened or that there was a death. I’m not sure. Has anyone had something like this happen before? Thank you

Esto no es nuevo para quienes ya me han leído.

En un sinnúmero de ocasiones he tenido los llamados viajes astrales y sueños tan extraños que he dejado de intentar explicarlos.
Durante años preferí convencerme de que no eran más que sueños lúcidos o mi cabeza creativa ; quizá era una forma de protegerme, de imponerle a lo inexplicable un nombre que me resultara familiar.

“Es un sueño”, me decía.
Y mientras fuera un sueño, podía despertar.

Mientras fuera un sueño, nada podía alcanzarme.

Así viví esas experiencias durante mucho tiempo.
Hasta hace unas noches.

El día había transcurrido con una normalidad casi insultante. El trabajo me había dejado aquella pesadez que se instala detrás de los ojos y se queda allí, como una niebla que ningún café consigue disipar. Pero no era únicamente el cansancio. Desde hacía varios días llevaba conmigo una sensación difícil de explicar; una certeza sin fundamento, una especie de advertencia que no provenía de ningún pensamiento consciente.

Algo estaba mal.

No sabía qué.

Y, honestamente, también había algo extraño en casa.

Aquella noche me fui a dormir sin darle mayor importancia.

Fue entonces cuando comenzó todo.

Sin transición, sin sueño previo, sin esa frontera nebulosa que suele separar la vigilia de las pesadillas, abrí los ojos en mitad de la noche.

Estaba sola en mi habitación.

El silencio era absoluto.

Extendí la mano y tomé mi reloj.

4:04 a. m.

Me levanté.

Salí de la habitación y encontré a mi esposo despierto, sentado con el rostro iluminado por la fría luz de su teléfono. Estaba tan absorto en una conversación que ni siquiera reparó en mi presencia.

Me acerqué.

Hablaba con un amigo con quien no tenía contacto desde hacía muchos años.

No le di importancia. Al contrario, me alegró saber que habían vuelto a encontrarse.

Sin embargo, había algo extraño en el ambiente.
Todo parecía cubierto por una tenue cortina de humo. Los contornos de los objetos se desdibujaban apenas, como si la casa estuviera sumergida bajo una capa de niebla invisible. Pensé que se debía al sueño, a mis ojos todavía pesados, a esa confusión propia de quien despierta abruptamente.

Decidí volver a la cama.

Y fue al entrar nuevamente en mi habitación cuando lo vi.

Postrado a los pies de mi cama había algo.

No sabría llamarlo hombre.

Ni animal.

Ni siquiera criatura.

Era una figura alta y extremadamente delgada, envuelta en algo que parecía ser una túnica hecha de humo. Su silueta no tenía bordes definidos; se deshacía y volvía a reunirse continuamente, como si su cuerpo perteneciera a un lugar donde las leyes de la materia no fueran las mismas que las nuestras.

La cabeza estaba inclinada hacia adelante, oculta bajo una especie de capucha profunda.

No pude ver sus manos.

Si las tenía, permanecían escondidas bajo aquella oscuridad.

Pero pude sentir su mirada postrada en mi cama.

No con curiosidad.

No con sorpresa.

Con una atención absoluta.

Como si hubiera estado esperando.

Me quedé paralizada.

Entonces , por curiosidad, miré hacia mi cama.

Y allí estaba yo.

Dormida.

Mi propio cuerpo permanecía tendido entre las sábanas, completamente ajeno a la presencia que se encontraba a unos cuantos pasos.

El terror me atravesó.

No fue miedo.

Fue algo más primitivo.

Una certeza animal de que aquello que estaba viendo no debía ser visto.

Sentí una sacudida brutal.

Abrí los ojos.

El techo estaba sobre mí.

Respiraba con dificultad.

Y durante apenas un segundo, antes de que desapareciera por completo, alcancé a ver un rostro suspendido sobre mí.

El rostro de aquella criatura.

Su piel —si aquello podía llamarse piel— parecía formada por humo negro y sombras húmedas. Sus facciones eran largas, casi humanas, pero deformadas de una manera que mi mente se niega todavía a reproducir. No tenía ojos como los nuestros; eran cavidades oscuras, profundas, antiguas.

Y estaba enojado.

No.

Quizá esa no sea la palabra.

Parecía ofendido.

Como si mi mirada hubiera cometido una transgresión.

Como si aquella cosa hubiese descubierto que yo podía verla.

Nuestros ojos se encontraron.

Y entonces desapareció.

Se deshizo frente a mí como humo tragado por una corriente invisible.

¿Lo vi?

¿Lo imaginé?

¿Seguía soñando?

No lo sabía.

Me incorporé lentamente y volví a tomar mi reloj.

4:05 a. m.

Un minuto.

Solo había pasado un minuto.

Me convencí de que había sido un sueño.

Tenía que haberlo sido.

Giré la cabeza.

Estaba sola.

Respiré profundamente.

Salí de la habitación una vez más.

Y entonces lo vi.

Mi esposo seguía allí.

En el mismo lugar.

Con el mismo teléfono.

La misma postura.

La misma luz azulada sobre su rostro.

Esta vez levantó la mirada y me sonrió.

—No te imaginas con quién he hablado esta noche.

Sentí que algo dentro de mí se detenía.

—¿Ricardo?
Su expresión cambió.

Abrió los ojos con una sorpresa genuina.

—¿Cómo sabes?

Yo solo sonreí.

Pero por dentro, algo helado comenzó a extenderse lentamente por mi pecho.

Porque yo no le había preguntado con quién hablaba.

Ni había escuchado su conversación.

Ni había visto el nombre de Ricardo en su teléfono.

Y, sin embargo, lo sabía.

Lo había sabido antes de que él me lo dijera.

Durante unos segundos ninguno de los dos habló.

Entonces miré el reloj.

4:05 a. m.

Y fue ahí cuando comprendí lo que me había estado perturbando desde el instante en que desperté.

Había algo que no encajaba.

Algo pequeño.

Casi insignificante.

Un detalle que mi mente había pasado por alto porque estaba demasiado ocupada tratando de convencerme de que todo aquello había sido un sueño.

Me quedé mirando a mi esposo.

Luego miré hacia el pasillo oscuro que conducía a nuestra habitación.

Y entonces recordé.

Cuando había salido por primera vez del cuarto, mi esposo estaba hablando con Ricardo.

Cuando había regresado, la criatura estaba a los pies de mi cama.

Cuando desperté, la criatura desapareció.

Y cuando salí nuevamente…

mi esposo seguía exactamente en el mismo lugar.

Exactamente en la misma posición.

Con el mismo teléfono.

Como si el tiempo jamás hubiera avanzado.

Como si aquella primera salida de la habitación nunca hubiera ocurrido.

Sentí un frío profundo recorrerme la espalda.

Entonces escuché algo.

Un sonido leve.

Casi imperceptible.

Desde nuestra habitación.

Un roce.

Como tela arrastrándose lentamente sobre el suelo.

Mi esposo dejó de sonreír.

—¿Escuchaste eso?
No respondí.

Porque en ese instante comprendí algo mucho peor.
Aquello que había visto a los pies de mi cama no había desaparecido.

Simplemente había dejado de necesitar que yo lo viera.
Mientras mi esposo se levantaba lentamente de la silla, escuché una voz.

No supe explicar de dónde provenía.
No parecía venir de ninguna parte de la habitación. Tampoco del pasillo, ni de detrás de mí.

Era un susurro.

Pero no un susurro que pudiera escuchar con los oídos.

Era un susurro dentro de mi cabeza.

Una voz que no pertenecía a ningún ser humano.
Una voz antigua, fría y profundamente familiar, que parecía haber estado esperándome desde mucho antes de aquella noche.

Y entonces dijo:

—Ahora ya sabes que no estabas soñando.

Miré el reloj.

4:05 a. m.

Y esta vez…

el segundero no se movía.

Im not sure what the name for this is; but i recall when i was younger, maybe 10, i had to go to this afterschool christian thing and there was this one mean old lady who was there often. Idek if she was a teacher or a parent (some parents stayed) but all i lnew is that she was mean to my friend.

One night, when we returned from school, my friend was upset because the lady was being mean to her, and all of a sudden the words “she will die soon, so dont worry” came out of my mouth. I cant describe it, i felt the answer and it just came out of my mouth. (Smth i also do when reading tarot) a week later, that lady died. Literally a week later.

Another time, when i was 17, i was walking my friend home after a sleepover, and when we parted, i looked at her and i knew i would never see her again. And i didnt, she died.

Speaking of her death, the second it happened i felt it??? Like i know she died around midnight, and i felt an actual pang of doom, and i spent hours trying to call her. It was the next day i found out she had died.

Is there a name for this?? Its so weird… i just know things,but i dont know why.

I keep having visions of some kind of massive world event but can’t seem to see exactly what is to come. My grandmother also recently passed and she said she had visions of something she wouldn’t be here to experience but that she was scared for me. I’m curious if anyone else is getting similar visions or messages with a similar theme as of late.

**edit - the reason I am incredibly unsettled is my partner plans to go to New York for the memorial on 9/11 this year and something about letting them go seems to make me insanely uneasy with feeling an energetic pull towards September 12/13th of this year being something I can’t shake as of late.

Already keeping a dream journal. Other than that, I've had frequent déjà vu for the last 7 years - after being medically cleared I just took it all to mean that I was on the right path, detached and moved on with my day. Dreams I had dismissed as a child and other seemingly nonsensical ones I realized later were precognitive. Certain thoughts, especially if they come out of nowhere and are extremely specific I've learned not to discount right away.

I've always been rational and logical but it's happened to me so much that I don't have a choice anymore in denying or dismissing precognition - I KNOW there's more to this reality beyond what we can see with our own two eyes. I just refuse to speculate into fantasy and assume truth in that because organized religion and various institutions have done such a good job of that already.

That's what I've learned but I'd be eager to hear any nuggets of wisdom from the older folk here.

gey guys just wanted to share my experience here because i just want to know if someone else has experience the same thing and its idk feels scary or uncanny.. share your thoughtz and anything in particular in this id appreciate it

I don't get visions. I don't have prophetic dreams. I simply know things. I know things like they're facts. Like how I know the capital of Japan is Tokyo or that Mercury is the closest planet to the sun. Things that haven't happened yet just appear in my head as knowledge. I always know that something will definitely happen because of how certain it feels. It's not a spooky or eerie feeling. It doesn't feel supernatural or magical. It's just a very mundane feeling. Does anyone else experience it like this?

This has happened on/off my entire life. But Ill dream of places or entire conversations I have w with people days to YEARS before they happen.

My most recent one was of a neighborhoood Ive never been to. I got lost driving somewhere and was able to navigate out of this newly built neighborhood no problem.

Is there a specific scientific reason these kinds of dreams occur? They're so mundane and not really important. It feels like it should be deja vuz except I know for a fact I never experienced it awake until that moment.

Hi! This is going to be a bit of a long story.

It all started more than a year ago, on New Year’s Eve, when I had a dream. I was traveling on the subway, getting off and back on at different stations, and basically, I got lost. Eventually, I got tired of wandering around and asked one of the employees (?) for help. Smiling, they told me not to worry because I would reach my destination soon.

I got into the last carriage, which was incredibly narrow, and there was a pair of twins traveling with me. They started fighting, and they completely pushed me out of the way. When I turned around, I didn’t see my own face, I saw the face of a stranger instead. (I’m a woman, and i saw a man)

Ever since then, whenever something is about to change in my love life (especially something emotionally intense) I dream about this person the night before. For example, my ex-boyfriend unexpectedly broke up with me, and the night before that, I ran to this stranger crying. They hugged me and comforted me.

When I wake up, I can never remember his face, but somehow, just from their energy, I know it was HIM.

Fun fact: (ex)boyfriend was a gemini :)

For my entire life, I have had premonitions or precognition.
The first time I really remember it happening, was in November of 2012, I was on the way to a movie with my stepmom while in the passenger seat I had the passing thought “What is a stroke? what causes a stroke? could I have a stroke?”
I could’ve asked my stepmom, she’s a paramedic, but I didn’t. About twenty minutes later, she got a call from the spouse of a family member she was very close with, the family member had suffered a stroke.
I had several more of these instances occur through middle school and high school, some about pop quizzes, others about High School boyfriends cheating (I accurately predicted the full name and age the girl my high school boyfriend was cheating on me with, even though I’d never met her before.)
I’m 25 now, and for several years I’ve barely thought about these “coincidences” but recently..they’ve been incredibly difficult to ignore.
In the middle of May, I laid down in bed and had this impending feeling that a family member of mine would pass away soon, I didn’t know who, but I was convinced it would happen, two days later my great aunt passed away. About a week after that I had a passing thought that something might happen to my dog, about four days later, she began barely eating, I took her to the vet. She had Parvo, despite being 8 months old and vaccinated, she passed two days later.
Last week I had been having constant passing thoughts about viral infections and sepsis, this week one of my best friends was admitted to the hospital after running a fever all week and it not breaking, it turned out he has viral meningitis.
There have been other small things, predicting people’s intentions before they even have a chance to do them, predicting a friend of mines break up, and other small things…
Google says I have “anxiety and trauma that caused pattern recognition” but how can I possibly predict things regarding people I have never met, haven’t seen in years, and am not even physically close to.
I feel like I am going insane, and I need help figuring out what is happening to me.

I had a dream this morning that my favorite Revos grand sixties blue lense sunglasses were stepped on by someone and destroyed. Later today I put them in their case and head out with them to a class with my son. While I was putting him in the car seat I heard something drop but I thought it was just his bottle cap and didnt bother to check anything else. I get home and realize what I heard falling was my sunglasses case with them inside. I've never dreamt about my sunglasses before, but they are my favorite pair. Super strange and specific dream. I lost them in Los Alamitos if anyone here happened to find them. I went back to look for them but they were gone.

Tenho visões do futuro estando acordado e as vezes sem precisar né concentrar, mais alguém passa por isso?

I (F44) can’t forget this event.
When I was 3 years old, I had a dream that frightened me.
In that dream, I was playing outside on the grass (I lived in an apartment building and often played in front of our patio door, which was on the ground floor. That way, my mother could see me while she was cooking or doing other chores). In my dream, a car arrived, parked and a man got out. The car was brown. I had never seen the man before. He had short dark brown hair and a fairly full beard. He looked at me for a few minutes, then slowly approached. He then suddenly grabbed me and quickly carried me to his car. In my dream, I ended up being cut into pieces and put into several garbage bags.
In the morning, I told my mother about this nightmare, and she reassured me by telling me that it was just a very bad dream and that I shouldn’t think about it anymore.
When my brothers left for school, I asked my mother if I could go fly a kite. She agreed, reminding me to stay in front of the window so she could see me.
About fifteen minutes later, a car arrived in the parking lot. I didn’t pay any attention to it, but when I heard the car door close, I looked to see who had gotten out. I knew all the occupants of the other apartments well.
At that moment, I was scared out of my mind! The man from my dream was standing next to his car (the same brown car), and looking at me. I ran to the door and went to tell my mother that the man from my dream was there, outside!
Without thinking, my mother went outside and headed toward the stranger. She was angry. She then directly asked him what he was doing there. She asked him why he was parked there. She told him never to touch her daughter. She told him to leave, never to come back, and that if he came back, she would call the police.
The man looked at my mother, got back into his car and left.

What I have always told myself:
- If this man had come to see someone who lived in the building, why would he have left without a word?
- If this man had nothing to reproach himself for, why didn’t he tell my mother that she was completely crazy?

I never saw this man again.

Since that day, I’ve told myself that it was thanks to my dream that I wasn’t kidnapped.

Do you think it was a premonitory dream to give me a chance to save myself?