Nobody Believes Me — Something unbelievable happened to you?

Hi everyone! I'm 23, I'm from Belo Horizonte, I work as a receptionist at a dental clinic. My grandma always used to drag me around to all kinds of astrolgers and fortune tellers when I was a kid. It's like a family tradition for us. But I always took it pretty calmly, about on the level of horoscopes in magazines. And then in February I went with my cousin Leticia for the weekend to Ouro Preto. It's an old touristy little town not far from us. We just wanted to walk around the narrow streets, eat some local pastries, take pictures at the old churches. Nothing special planned. On Saturday evening we were walking back from the main square toward our hotel, and I decided to cut through some little alley , there were souvenir shops and cafes there. And then this woman literally stops me, around sixty years old, hair tied up in a scarf, hands full of silver rings. She didn't look like those "fortune tellers" who grab you by the hand on the squares and demand money. She was sitting at the entrance of a tiny little shop with spices and herbs, and when I walked past, she just quietly said: "Girl, wait." I stopped more out of politeness. She looked at me for about five seconds and said ( I remember almost word for word): "Someone will call you on Tuesday. Don't answer right away. Think about it for three days. The person who calls will offer you something that will look like a gift, but it's not a gift. And also . A scar will appear on your left wrist soon. A small one. Don't be afraid of it, it will save you from something bigger." Honestly, I was stunned. Leticia giggled next to me. And the woman just went back to her herbs, like I didn't exist anymore. We left, but for some reason I couldn't get it out of my head. And now the interesting part. On Tuesday morning, around ten, I get a call from an unknown number. I almost declined it, but at the last second I remembered that woman and answered. It was my dad's former boss. My dad died four years ago, and this person hadn't called us since the funeral. He said there was a great opportunity for me. That his acquaintance was opening a new clinic in São Paulo, they needed a receptionist, the salary was almost double what I currently make, and he remembered me, but I needed to give an answer quickly". It immediately popped into my head: "don't answer right away, think about it for three days." I told him I needed to think until Friday. He got kind of strangely tense and started pushing: like, the spot will be gone, decide now, other candidates are already lined up. And that's when my excitement kind of faded. Not because of the fortune teller, but because of the way he was talking. Too much pressure for a simple job offer. I still said Friday. He reluctantly agreed. On Wednesday I asked a friend who works in HR to look into what this "new clinic" in São Paulo was. You know what? My friend said she didn't know anything about any new clinic, but that the guy who called me is actually in the news right now, that he's under investigation and mixed up in a story with fake medical licenses and shell companies. So there you go. If I had agreed right away, I would've moved to another city, signed an employment contract with a shell company, and in the best case just ended up without a job. In the worst case, I don't even know. I called back and politely declined. And that was it with that phone call, everything became clear. Now about the scar. After that call I was already taking the prediction seriously and was a little scared about what was going to happen, how a scar would appear. And then in March I broke a glass in the kitchen. Just a regular glass, I break one about once a month. A shard flew off and cut my left wrist. Not deep, but there was blood, and a small pink scar was left, right above the vein. I sat on the kitchen floor for about ten minutes just staring at my wrist. Thinking, how could this save me from something bigger. Leticia still doesn't believe in this prediction. She says people are calling everyone all the time, and everyone cuts themselves once in a while. She says that the brain itself fits events to match the prediction. But still, now I often look at my scar and remember her words: "don't be afraid of it, it will save you from something bigger." Hugs, Ana

I'm afraid of my dreams. Especially the bad ones. They have a way of coming true. And I see the images so clearly and vividly. I understand what they mean. Maybe it's because of my childhood fears that carried into adulthood, maybe it's intuition, but my dreams are prophetic. I always worried deeply about my parents. I don't know why. I just had this uneasy feeling. About my father — since childhood I kept having the same dream: his head separating from his body and rolling down the stairs to my feet. And there I was, a little girl, standing and crying for my dad. Later, my parents divorced. My mother... always the same dream. I see her in our old apartment, the one we moved out of many, many years ago. But the dream keeps taking me back there... Mom is alone... she opens the door of that old apartment for me, and I ask her: "Mom! Why are you here?!" And yes... my mom is alone. I dreamed of a war (I won't say which one)... several years before it started. I walk out onto the porch, and the ground all around is burning, the rose bushes are burning... And I go back inside and tell my family — there's going to be a war.

When I was a kid, I had a best friend. The best I could've ever asked for. She passed away at 13 from cancer. I've also had this weird phobia of werewolves since I was a kid. I don't actually believe in them or anything, but for some reason they just terrify me — always have. So anyway, when I was 16, I was seeing this guy. The night before I was supposed to go to a party with him and his friends, I had a dream. In the dream, my friend and I were just talking like nothing had ever happened — like she'd never been gone at all. I couldn't remember the whole thing when I woke up, but one part stuck with me. We were talking about this guy I was seeing. She looked at me and said, "Don't you dare go to him — he's a werewolf." And in the dream, I actually believed her. I felt this creeping dread toward him that I couldn't shake. In the morning, I knew it was ridiculous. But because of my phobia, I couldn't make myself go. I avoided him for a couple of days, and eventually he just stopped calling. A month later, I found out he'd been arrested for rape and assault. I thought about that dream immediately. Obviously he wasn't a werewolf — he was just a creep. But somehow that's exactly the image my mind needed to make me afraid of him. Whether it was actually my friend's soul coming to warn me, or just my own intuition working in a strange way — I honestly don't know. But if it really was her... thank you, dear. From the bottom of my heart. And listen to your dreams.

You know how in fairy tales they say witches always have a black cat? That cats can see supernatural things? I don't know about the supernatural stuff, but let me tell you about my cat. He's a ginger, no particular breed. The only quirk he really has is that he absolutely hates guests and always hides when someone comes over. He also loves catching toy mice and bringing them to us, but that's a whole other story :) Anyway, back to the guests thing. Over the past year, we started noticing he'd go hide about 20 minutes before guests even arrived. We were baffled — how does he know??? We figured we just had a super smart cat who somehow learned to understand our speech, or at least the word "guests." We were genuinely impressed! But here's where it gets weird. One time, a friend showed up completely unannounced — we hadn't discussed it at all. And yep, the cat had already hidden beforehand. The next time, we deliberately ran an experiment. We arranged a time with friends in advance but said absolutely nothing about it at home, and just watched the cat. Ten minutes before they arrived, he went behind the couch. How??? How does he know??? After that, I read a ton of stories about animals sensing earthquakes and other disasters before they happen. Now I get nervous every time the cat gets alert. One time he suddenly jumped up out of nowhere, completely tense. I'm thinking — what's happening? Is an earthquake coming? What did he sense??! Turns out he spotted a moth. So yeah, I try to stay calm about it now. But still, his ability is genuinely mind-blowing. Do your pets sense things before they happen?

I'm a pilot. Well, former pilot now. I'd been dreaming about planes and the sky since I was a kid, and I actually managed to make it happen. The job turned out to be a lot harder than I imagined as a kid, of course, but overall I loved it. Flew for nine years, never once had a fear of flying. Then out of nowhere I started having this recurring dream. I'm flying, the plane is full of passengers, and we're going down. The plane is already partially on fire. I never see how it ends, but every time I'd wake up drenched in cold sweat. Pretty obvious how that one would've played out. After the first time, I was a wreck the whole day. Eventually I sort of got used to it, but this uneasy feeling crept in. Every time I'd head out for a flight, there was this dread hanging over me. The dream came back four times total. If it had started after some kind of incident, I would've chalked it up to trauma. But no — it came out of nowhere. Everything had been fine. A buddy of mine said I was just burned out and that's why my brain was messing with me. My wife, though — she took it seriously. She said, "If it were different dreams, different crashes, that'd be one thing. But the same one over and over… that's scary. If you decide to leave, I'm with you." So I did. We started a business. It's been three years now since I last flew. The dream stopped. I can't say for sure whether it was some kind of premonition. Yeah, about three months after I quit, the airline I'd worked for had a crash — but there's no guarantee I would've been on that flight. They usually had me on different routes. But who knows… I just read that girl's story about the werewolf dream and figured I'd share mine too — how I decided not to ignore what my dreams were telling me.