My mother had premonitions as well. Let me tell you a story.
I had a dream when I was a boy 12 years of age. I dreamed I fell through something like a window... but it wasn't a window. I woke up horribly because in the dream I was aware that when I fell through it I cut my head off. Strange dream. At the breakfast table I told my mom about the dream. Weird as hell... she just got a severe shocked look on her face. I could tell she was trying to conceal her anxiety over what I had told her but didn't think much about it.
Unbeknownst to me at the time she began praying. You see... she had the same dream that night. She prayed that I wouldn't die and if the accident couldn't be averted that at least it would be less severe.
About a week later I was roughing around with my little brother. We were just chasing each other through the house just having fun. At some point he was chasing me and I had the bright idea to run into the utility room and hide around the corner. There was another door leading to the outside and it was open for some reason. When I saw that I knew he would think that I had run outside. Then when he came running through the door way leading into the utility room I would grab him from behind and scare the crap out of him.
Good plan... except, Someone had thrown a wash cloth in the sink that the washing machine would drain into and it plugged the drain so the sink overflowed and there was water on the floor. Well, when I put my left foot down hard to slow down so I could make the corner, I slipped on the water. As my left foot slid out from under me I began to fall in a twisting motion to my right. My right arm consequently flung behind my head and went through a pane of glass in the door to the utility room. The hinges of the door were to my left... so you see I almost went head long into the window backwards. My head had to miss the window by mere centimeters. Instead my arm went through it. I received a nasty gash on the inside of my wrist. I cut all the arteries and tendons in my wrist except one of the tendons attached to my pinky finger.
I scared my brother alright. You shoulda seen his face when he saw blood pumping across the room. I spent a week in the hospital over that ordeal.
I don't think my mom would have thought to much about her dream had I not told her about mine. That just creeped her out. She was no stranger to premonitions and stuff like that. Her mom was a practicing witch and so was she. She would read palms and terot cards for her friends... well just about anyone that would ask her. Odd thing... she said she could see more if she didn't know the person. It seems her knowledge and familiarity with a person would somehow cloud her thoughts. I've seen her tell people stuff that there was no way she could know and those people knew there was no way as well. She was actually pretty good at it.
I don't have that gift of seeing... I have had a few incidents that were just plain weird. I'll save those stories for another time and thread.
Oh... another weird thing about my accident. I'm a Scorpio, born November 18th, and my scar looks exactly like a scorpion. I've never had a tatoo but I guess I sort of have one already.
Peace!
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