My name is Alexandra, I live in Moscow, I am 34 years old. Since childhood, I have a presentiment of events that are about to happen. Somehow my husband and I were driving a car. Calm, day, inanimate movement. Suddenly, the word appeared in my head: "Accident!" I immediately buckled up, began to drive away this thought and calm myself, but the tension grew.
My husband drove out to an intersection, and a silver foreign car crashed into us. She crumpled our driver's side fender and ripped out the front bumper. Later it turned out that because of a tree growing on the side of the road, the husband did not notice the sign “Make way”.
I dreamed about another accident. Such a dream: I am driving, suddenly a white Gazelle hits me on the left side, crushing the door for me. I feel pain in my arm.
When I wake up, I decide that I will stay away from white cars, especially Gazelles. For about a month, leaving for the city on business, I shied away from white cars, rebuilding from them to another lane, skipping ahead, and so on.
When I had already relaxed and had ceased to be afraid, when changing lane to another lane, he caught up with me and knocked
in the rear bumper of a white Volvo truck. As it turned out later, he had problems with the brakes. True, from hitting the headrest then the head hurt, not the arm.
Another story, now with my husband. One weekend morning, he went to the grocery store. I'm cleaning the house, suddenly I started to worry about him. Again I try to drive away bad thoughts, I assure myself that it will pass. But the anxiety still does not let go.
I call my husband - he won't answer. "Did you get into an accident?" - I think. I dial the number again, he doesn't answer.
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On the tenth call, he has a handheld in his pocket, and I hear his words, he says to someone: "It's good that the airbag went off …"
Alive! - I was delighted and thought: - To hell with her, with the car, the main thing - alive! Five minutes later, my husband drove up to the house in a taxi. It was he who told the taxi driver the details of the accident on the way. There is a scratch on the forehead, the car is smashed into rubbish. It turns out that a drunk driver in a jeep flew into him.
I have been working as a realtor for eight years, and my sensitivity helps me out here too. I somehow feel the premises: is it good for people to live there or bad.
For example, my client bought an apartment from a family of alcoholics. They vacated the apartment and handed over the keys to me. The new owner asked me to go to the apartment and check its condition: water, gas stove and so on, since it works until late in the evening and cannot come by itself. Anxiety seized me.
I don't want to go there alone, and that's it! I asked a colleague - a young guy of athletic build - to come with me and all the way I thought: what could be dangerous in an empty apartment?
We arrived at the address, I open the apartment door with a key. The lights are on everywhere, in the kitchen there are two men drunk to death. It turned out that all local drunks had duplicate keys to this apartment, and they, like to their own home, came there, not knowing that their drinking companions had already sold the apartment and moved out of it.
When my colleague and I tried to explain this to them, they started throwing themselves at us, and one even waved scissors. Where did these scissors come from in an empty apartment? A colleague barred me from him with his chest. I had to hastily retreat into the entrance and call the police. So, I think, what would happen if I went there alone?
These are only a small part of the cases from my life. Literally every important event I anticipate or first see in a dream.
Alexandra, Moscow
