In my family, a lot of things w/o easy explainations have happened.
Lots of times (few times a week), I will call my mom just when she's thinking of calling me, or vice versa (mild example).
When I was 8, I had a strange dream. We lived in a townhouse and in the living room, which had a sliding door to the little yard, my dad had built floor to ceiling book shelves. I was very horse obsessed and I had a dream that there was a house out back in the play ground and I brought it into our back yard and then into the living room. In the living room, it kicked out the book shelves My mom had the same dream the same night!
When I was a baby, I had a spell where I would just pitch a fit at bed time to be held. The doctor told my mom and dad to let me cry it out, so they tried. I was pitching my fit and then just stopped and a second later my mom bolted up in her bed (down the hall) and told my dad I was going to jump out of the crib. They ran down the hall but got there right after I had landed on the hardwood floor (concussion).
My parents used to have an old timey radio / stereo cabinet. I still remember it. It was made of wood and had a lid on it, that was to lift up on hinges, but for whatever reason, the hinges had been removed. So, the wooden lid just sat on top of the cabinet which they had been using for storage in their bedroom. This is more than 30 years ago. The cabinet had belonged to my uncle, who wasn't much older than my dad and he and my dad had been roomates. My uncle Mike was a veteran and an alcoholic, which he died from years before this happened. In bed one night, my parents were watching TV and the lid to the cabinet lifted up about two feet and then went back down. They both saw it.
My parents used to have these wicker chairs that were like a cylinder at the bottom. My dad as a joke would sometimes put my cat, Christopher (below) under there and he'd have a fit as it was like a cage. One night, the chair was making a ton of noise and my mom thought Christopher was under there but when she turned the light on, the noise stopped and he was not under there.
Then something with my little sister... she was really lonely when I started school and my mom would try and keep her company, etc. during the day. They were both in the kitchen of that townhouse making cookies. It was POURING rain and they both saw out the window a little boy running from accross the street diagonal heading RIGHT to our front door in the pouring rain. Neither of them said a word but both ran to the front door to let him in. No one was there when they got there. We think it was a ghost coming to play with Robin.
My first pet was a cat. He was supposed to be a girl and I named him Christina, but he turned out to be a Christopher. He is still the stuff of family legend. He died when I was 6yo (hit by a motorcycle). The night he died, I was asleep and our neighbor came and knocked on the door. Without seeing or hearing anything, I "knew" it was Carolyn coming to tell my mom that Scott's dad had hit Christopher and that was what happened. He wasn't killed instantly but did die soon after. The following night as I was falling asleep, I felt him curl up at the foot of my bed and do that paddy paw thing cats do on the blanket.
Additionally, my whole family thinks that the dogs (and maybe the horses) have a way to tell what we're thinking when we haven't said anything to let them know. They just put things together in a way sometimes that makes us think they know we're thinking of doing XYZ and I mean in cases where we haven't done the things we normally do to clue them in that ___________ is about to happen.
