One month ago, at around 10 pm, my 6 year old daughter woke up crying and asking about death and what happens after death. She was terrified and inconsolable.
Next morning I got a call from my dad from Europe telling me that iaia (my grandmother) passed away that morning sometime after 4am. The moment my iaia died my daughter had the nightmare or she felt death near her or... I do not know but I am sure that both incidents are related.

Anonymous wrote:Why only Americans had dreams about 9-11?

Maybe because we live here? Maybe because we are connected to our country of origin? Maybe people in other countries did have dreams about it, but are not on an American board to post about it? Maybe when tragic things happen in others countries, they have dreams about it?

I don't think anyone is saying they are prophetic or anything along those lines. It's just a fascinating coincidence and perhaps there is more to it. People have been trying to study this type of phenomena for years, but because it is not something that one can do at will, it is more difficult to study. I believe that there are a handful of people who know how to control it more than others...but a majority who say that they can are full of B.S. In my opinion at least.

It's so interesting to hear about people's 9/11 dreams. My then 4-year-old daughter told me the morning of 9/11, as we were getting ready for school at 8am, about a nightmare she had the night - a plane turned into a missile and flew into a building. She was a very mellow kid and had never had such a violent dream before - it really upset her. I'd actually forgotten about it until I picked her up that day at preschool and we saw the smoke from the Pentagon rising in the distance. My daughter said to me, "Mommy, that black smoke looks like the smoke I saw in my dream" - then I remembered. It still freaks me out to think about it. I'm agnostic, but her dream makes me believe that there's definitely other things going on that we have no explanation for.

My older brother has similar pains whenever anything happens to me. We're not twins, or even that close, but once, when I had a bad accident and dislocated my shoulder, he called my parents from California (we're in VA) and asked if anything had happened because at almost the same time I did it, his shoulder started hurting. Another time, I fell of my bike and bruised my chin badly and when he heard about it, he asked when it happened and said his chin and jaw had started to ache at about the same time. And, freakiest yet, his abdomen hurt with both of my C-sections.

Why only Americans had dreams about 9-11?

I am convinced that my younger daughter is the reincarnation of my grandmother (who died about 18 months before she was born).

She looks like her, had similar mannerism and even has dimples on her knees that look like burn scars that my grandma had.

When my daughter was about 9 months old one of my mom's old childhood friend same to visit and my daughter who would normal scream if a stranger goes anywhere near her treated this woman like she has known her for years.

Yes, I now that it sounds crazy.

One of my best friends from high school died in a car accident (which we think may have been intentional) in the fall of our junior year of college. He was dating my sister at the time. He was an aspiring poet and one of his poems included a line or two about turning into a deer. For several years, every single time--truly, every single time--my sister or I went to the cemetery, a deer would walk out of the adjacent woods and come strangely close. And both of us have experienced street lights turning off as we walk or drive underneath. Apparently, in the months after he died, we each had "asked" him to let us know somehow that he was ok now. It was years before we discussed it and found out that lights were going out for both of us.

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Anonymous wrote:I lived in a haunted house for about a year in my early 20s and weird stuff happened all the time. Scared the hell out of me! I think there were multiple *beings* there because some things seemed like silly pranks while other things seemed really agressive.

* Doors opening and closing right in front of me.
* Dishes breaking in my hands for no reason.
* Footsteps walking around the house at night. One night the footsteps walked right up to my bedroom door but no one was there when I opened it.
* Similar to a PP, nailpolish, lipstick, etc. would disappear for weeks at a time and show up in the middle of a shelf or floor. One time, a bottle of nailpolish was sitting on the washing machine when I got home from work.
* I would be enveloped by strong perfume smells when I had the flu or a cold or a bad case of food poisoning.
* Frequent, LOUD banging coming from the furnace room.
* The cat would stare and eventually growl at something in the corner of the bedroom while laying beside me on the bed. There was nothing there.
* There were times the overall feeling of the house was uneasy. I hated those nights.

Did you have roomates? Might explain the nail polish anway

No, I lived alone. I wish I had a roommate so I could explain some of this stuff away. Most of it really scared me!

I had a coworker who always seemed to intensely dislike me. She was a heavy smoker. She died suddenly and unexpectedly of cancer about a year and a half ago. I was given her job.

I was in her office one day after she died and a bunch of binders fell off the top of a bookcase near where I was walking.
I have had two dreams in the last year and a half where someone was standing next to my bed as I slept, watching me. I was halfway between wakefulness and sleep and couldn't rouse myself or open my eyes. But I could strongly, strongly smell cigarette smoke. I live in a SFH, only adult, nobody smokes.

My husband and I had been looking for a church to join in Virginia for months prior to the Snowpalooza two years ago. The Sunday of the big snow, we decided to get on our boots and walk to the only church open in the area. We liked it and joined later that year.
When we met with the minister during our orientation that summer, we told him that story - that we went to church that day because it was the only one open. He said they debated staying open that day, but felt a calling that 'some family' was in need for them to be open that day.
I'm not particularly spiritual, but feel we were called to the church.

PP here. I used to babysit a lot as a teen and there was a family with 6 kids I sat for often. One of the girls was sitting on a chair behind me while I sat on the floor and she played with my hair. For absolutely no reason out of nowhere I felt like I had been pushed or picked up and moved about a foot to the side. No sooner did I move than the girl threw up all over the floor.

The night before 9/11 I dreamt all night long that we were being attacked by terrorists. (In my dream they were looking in my window.) I was pretty spooked when I woke up and it was true.

I've actually had many incidents that are 'unexplanable'.

Oh another one is a few years ago I lived in a mountain pass that got a lot of snow in the winter. On a Sunday morning I got dressed to drive 30 miles to church and literally as I was walking out the door decided for no good reason not to go. Later that day I learned there had been a fatal accident at the mouth of the pass at just about the time I would have been driving there had I left when I intended. I don't know that I would have been involved in the accident or just stuck in traffic behind it, but I glad I stayed home either way.

Ive had several --- here are a few

For a year in college I lived in an old building that used to be abandonded and recently was renovated into apartments. I think it has been vacent for over 15 years before hand. The night after we moved in my roommate and I both woke up twice to our beds shaking, there was a train that passed through the town and assumed the apt was closer to the tracks than we had thought. It didnt happen every night, just a few times a week but After several nights of that we checked the train schedule to figure out why we kept waking up.... no train at that time and we were right, no tracks close enough to our house. We spoke with our landlord who had lived in the town for decades about what it could be and he told us that the building was a hospital during the civil war and ever since then people in the town say its haunted. The story passed down is that the nurses would shake the beds of wounded soldiers during the night to see if they were still alive. After we found that out we would kid around and "tell the nurses" we were fine just going to bed and it only happened a few more times that year.

The night my grandmother died, I was crossing over the hospital bridge that connected it to the parking lot and I saw a train with its whistle go by in the distance... when I got to the room she had passed just minutes before. corny as it may sound my grandfather picked my grandmother up on the train everyday going in and out of the city for nearly 50 years ( he died several years prior to this) and I like to think that train was my grandfather going to pick her up one last time.

Later that week when we were putting together a photo collage for the viewing I couldnt find one particular picture of my grandparents together i searched everywhere and decided on something different and went to bed. I was very upset and ended up waking up in the middle of the night and on my way to the kitchen there was the picture of the two of them on the floor ( i had been making the collage in my room so there werent pictures down there).... not the same one I wanted but one even better! It was the two of them at the airport after my grandfather came back from the war. and the look on their faces said " we are happy to be together but whew! what a ride, we're exhausted!"

Finally -- a year later I was really missing my grandmother and I even said outloud "If I could just talk to her!" and the phone rang.... caller ID said "The great Outdoor lodge" Of course when I answered it was the wrong number -- but dorky me thinks it was my grandmother calling from "the great outdoors" just to check in.

Anonymous wrote:I lived in a haunted house for about a year in my early 20s and weird stuff happened all the time. Scared the hell out of me! I think there were multiple *beings* there because some things seemed like silly pranks while other things seemed really agressive.

* Doors opening and closing right in front of me.
* Dishes breaking in my hands for no reason.
* Footsteps walking around the house at night. One night the footsteps walked right up to my bedroom door but no one was there when I opened it.
* Similar to a PP, nailpolish, lipstick, etc. would disappear for weeks at a time and show up in the middle of a shelf or floor. One time, a bottle of nailpolish was sitting on the washing machine when I got home from work.
* I would be enveloped by strong perfume smells when I had the flu or a cold or a bad case of food poisoning.
* Frequent, LOUD banging coming from the furnace room.
* The cat would stare and eventually growl at something in the corner of the bedroom while laying beside me on the bed. There was nothing there.
* There were times the overall feeling of the house was uneasy. I hated those nights.

Did you have roomates? Might explain the nail polish anway

Lots of stuff for me but I'm in the house alone and it has/had a ghost - cause DH and I sent him on to the light so he's not around much anymore - so I got creeped out and won't tell all of my stories. I've definitely received messages from my sister - in several ways including something similar to the perfume story above, but one that's consistent over the years is a certain Coldplay song that she loved coming on the radio if I'm in the car thinking of her.

My mom and I are great at calling each other when we are thinking of each other at the same time. I also received a "telephone" call from my grandma after she died where she told me that she was doing well and not to worry. I was feeling bad about missing her memorial b/c I was 7 months pregnant and couldn't fly.

Regarding the ghosts - I've lived in two houses where I or my family experienced stuff. Both DH and I felt stuff in our current house and found out later that indeed someone died in the house. The ghost of my childhood house was a former owner who was mentally ill and committed suicide after moving out of our house. We didn't find out until much later - well after all sorts of footsteps, lights on, loud crashes etc occurred.