When my mom was little, she used to have strange feelings. Like one day when she was five. My mom was outside playing in her yard. Her father was a little late coming home. Suddenly, she saw and ambulance whizz by and she thought, "that's my daddy in there." It turns out that her father had crushed his foot and fallen in a hole. He was finally found by a fellow worker and rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, where he recovered.
Another time was when my mom was about twelve, she watched the neighbor and her dog play in the yard. The sudden thought popped in her head, "what if her dog was hit by a car and she was at the swimming pool? Who would have to go and tell her?" A couple of days later, she heard a screeching noise and ran outside to find her neighbor's dog had been hit by a car. The neighbor's father tried to revive it, but it was already dead. "Where is she?" My mother asked and he told her that she was at the swimming pool.
One last time was when she was sweeping the porch and she suddenly thought of her Uncle Armin. "I wonder if he died if he would leave any money to us?" She thought, thinking of the hand-me-down's he had given them. Just then, the phone rang. Her sister started over to it to pick it up and my mom said jokingly that it would be the relatives calling to say that their Uncle Armin had died. After her sister hung up, she started interrogating her about how she knew that their uncle had died in a car crash just hours before.