Predictions That Came True — Nobody Believes Me

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.

I'm 17. And I'm a medium or something like that. I can't predict anyone's future, I don't get prophetic dreams. But sometimes I have these sudden visions. In class, standing in line, or even just doing the dishes. They only last a couple of seconds. But the feeling that I was definitely somewhere else in that moment — not here — is so vivid. I even remember the smells. Usually it's nothing major. Like, I saw a new girl being brought into our class and introduced. And two days later it happened. Or when I was little, I had a vision of my sister on stage with some hot guy in front of a huge crowd, and I told her she was going to be a superstar. A few weeks later she went to a concert of her favourite band, and when she went up to give them flowers, one of the members hugged her and she actually danced with him on stage for like 10 seconds. I mean, she obviously didn't become a superstar, but it really did happen. And by the way, it doesn't always play out exactly like my vision. For example, once I saw a girl riding a bike on the other side of the street, crashing into something and flying onto the road, right under a car's wheels. Three days later, it almost happened exactly like that, except this time a guy caught her. Not like in a romcom — they both ended up on the ground — but at least not in the road. So I believe fate isn't set in stone, and even someone just passing by can change everything. Maybe I only see one possible version of the future. What really bugs me is that most of the time these visions are completely useless (like, great, I saw myself walking to school or having dinner with my family — so what?). But something like what question is going to come up on an exam, or like a winning lottery number — that's never happened. Not once.

i dont even know where to start because every time i try to tell this out loud i hear how it sounds myself anyway. three years ago i was traveling to a funeral for a distant relative. bus becausse i cant drive, five hours, i slept the whole way. woke up at some stop — fifteen-minute rest stop, everyone got off to stretch. i got off too, grabbed coffee from a little stand, sat down on a bench. there was a woman sitting next to me. elderly, ordinary looking. we started talking, just to pass the time. she asked where i was headed, i said to a funeral. she said she was sorry for my loss. then she asked, do you think about it much? about death? i said well, lately yeah, stressful job, anxiety. she went quiet for a moment and said "you know,everything is going to be okay for you. you in particular. i can just see it." i didnt think much of it. people say all kinds of things. the bus started moving. i went back to my seat. after a while i looked around — the woman hadnt come back. she wasnt on the bus. i figured she must have gotten off at that stop. okay, fine. arrived, funeral, the usual. two days later heading back. and heres the thing. im waiting for the bus, talking to a distant aunt i hadnt seen in years. i tell her about the stop, the woman. i describe her — gray coat, hair pulled back, thin wire glasses. my aunt gives me this strange look and goes, wait. takes out her phone. scrolls through photos. shows me. it was her. the same woman. my aunt says thats my neighbors mother. she passed away. in april. i was going to the funeral in october. i still think about it — maybe it was just someone who looked similar? maybe i remembered wrong? but i have a very strong visual memory, its actually something people notice about me. and the coat. and the glasses. and the way she was sitting. and thats not even the strangest part. the strangest part is that things geniunely did get better for me after that. and i dont know what to do with that.