I’ve had three premonitions. They weren’t about my future at all. It’s going to sound weird but I knew that three people were going to die or had died already.
A few hours after the Daytona 500 in 2001, I was getting a soda from a vending machine. This vending machine had Dale Earnhardt’s picture on it. Well, I’m pretty sure it was him. I know next to nothing about racing. The picture of him probably had his name on it.
I knew that Dale Earnhardt had died. Like how you know something in your bones. It seems ridiculous and you don’t have proof but you know.
Several hours later, they announced it on the news.
Another time, I had a dream about a resident at a nursing home where I used to work. I had that feeling again. A few days later, her obituary was in the newspaper.
After I had a premonition about the third person, she was hospitalized. I was hoping that I was wrong. Luckily, she recovered and was released from the hospital. She’s still alive and kicking.
Premonitions aren’t always 100%. Maybe I’m not like that Angel of Death cat that lived in the nursing home after all.
