My Future Vision Of My Grandfather's Death

My name is Alicia, and I'm 17yrs.old. I write to you now not because I want answers to ascertain that I truly have pyschic abilities, but because I want someone to understand me and accept what I have to say as the truth.

All my life, I've had bizarre, precise visions of the future. As I grow older, the visions get stronger, whether I may be awake or asleep. When I'm asleep, the visions last longer, approximately 5-6mins. When I'm awake, they only last for a few seconds. Nevertheless, I had always reassured myself that these inexplicable visions were a mere case of déjà vu. Only on April 10th, 2007, the day of my grandfather's death, did I reconsider that my so-called déjà vu couldn't compare to my future prophecies.

My grandfather had been in the hospital for months due to cancer, and those time-consuming, ghastly days were comparable to living my life aboard an emotional roller coaster. One day his chance of getting better would be perfectly unwavering, the next day it was highly unlikely. So my Mother and Grandmother were accustomed to unpredictable, various phone calls we received from the hospital determining his fate. It was one night - around 1:00a.m. - that changed my life forever. I had been extremely sick to the point where I couldn't get out of bed, and I remember the vision I had when I was sleeping as plain as day. My grandfather was standing before me outside of my house, and it was so vivid; the driveway, the yard, his checkered jacket he always wore, his hat, the woods surrounding the yard, everything was so perfect as if I wasn't dreaming at all, unusual for a dream since normally something is always out of place. He didn't speak, nor did he look at me. All was silent, except for a sweet, dulcet voice that counted down the percentage of his life that was slowly diminishing. As the percentages lowered - for ex., the voice had said precisely, "Your grandfather has a 30% chance of living, 29% chance, 28% chance, and on - his face that I loved so much slowly began to decay right before my eyes. When the 0% chance came, I woke up, only to be even more frightened when my home phone began to rang. My Mother had answered, and I remember I had heard her crying. I had fallen back to sleep, thinking that this was some kind of uncanny, revolting nightmare. Little did I know, this nightmare was real. She had come home from the hospital later on that day, and I had been reading a book, still too sick to even move. She had told me that he had passed away.

But that... That was only the beginning of my future visions, when I came to the conclusion that these visions I see aren't just a mere taste of déjà vu. It seems that my visions are mostly of when something horrific is going to happen to someone I love, or even myself. They're very rare; they don't come to me often. They're stronger, more vividly pictorial when I'm asleep. When I'm awake, they aren't as clear, kind of like my head is in a dense cloudbank. When I'm awake, it seems that when I first know that something is going to happen, a certain place triggers it, and kind of like warns me that something is going to happen there, before it does.

But I don't question what these visions are, or what capabilities I have. I don't welcome them, and I don't evade them. They're just there. The few people that I have told, treat me like I'm either insane, or that I'm merely someone who let's her imagination run wild. I write to you now because I want to hear other peoples' theories who are similar to me, who understand me, who don't think of me as some kind of freak with a wild imagination, and who believe me when I say I think I have visions of the future.