SCI premonition?

[marco25]

Did you or anyone in your family have a premonition about the sci that has affected your family?

Scott's mother did just a few days before his. She was afraid he was going to be hurt in a football game he was playing in. After the game that Friday, she was relieved and figured it had been her imagination. The following Wednesday afternoon, she got a phone call ... http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/frown.gif

[jack9166]

About a week or two before my sci I was putting a satellite dish at a bar and I seen and talked to a guy playing pool that was in a wheelchair. I remember leaving there having the strangest feeling and I could not get it out of my mind. I just had a feeling that something like that was going to happen to me or somebody I knew

[Steven Edwards]

I used to dream, as a young tyke, that I died in a car wreck. Guess it was kinda realistic.

-Steven

[PB72181]

I get weird feelings like that all the time...maybe that's my sharpened sense...my 6th one. Haha.

Anyway. I didn't have an exact "premonition" about SCI (though I sometimes do about other things), but I had a weird feeling I couldn't explain or shake all day. Like I knew something was up...but couldn't put my finger on it. The nagging voice in the back of my head kept telling me to just stay home, instead of continuing putting off other things I knew I needed to do. But I didn't. Oh well.

I've since started listening to those feelings...or at least trying to. But it still really bothers me when I get an uneasy feeling that I just can't shake or figure out.

Don't piss me off or I'll run over your toes. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/tongue.gif

[Karen'sMom]

Karen didn't tell me about this until quite a while after her accident. She said that she always knew that something "really bad" was going to happen to her and she wondered if she would be able to handle it.

Well, it did and she has.

I think of it that she was in a 'high risk sport/career'. The only thing is - it happened in an ordinary training session and not galloping over monstrous cross-country jumps at a high speed in a top level competition. Go figure!

Darlene

[PN]

The answer is yes. I took a look at what I put into words/sentences in July of 2000 and it is five pages long. Let me know if you want the long story or the short one.

PN

[This message was edited by PN on 02-05-04 at 07:17 PM.]

[marco25]

PN, I'm not busy ... I'll read the long version http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif.

[PN]

Hi Martha,

Check your Private Topics.

PN

[PN]

In the mid-1980s I had a strange event that would happen just before I would set out on a five to eight mile run. I would be in my running shorts and it usually was in the mid to late afternoon. I was standing in front of my parents' home, and I was always looking west. All of a sudden I would have this intense pain in the left side of my neck that would just about knock me off my feet. I have experienced a lot of physical pain in my life, but this was the most excruciating trauma that ever occurred. I would turn my head and look to the left expecting to see someone with some sort of weapon who had inflicted this damage to me. There was never any noise and there was never any person. I couldn't believe that no-one was there. It was like someone had a high-powered sling shot with a steel ball-bearing hitting me in the neck. I remember that my neck in that area would go into a temporary spasm. It usually took me about five seconds to recover and then I would be off on my run.

Between l984 and l987 I spent the little free time that I had with my friend Jeff. We would sometimes go out on an eight to ten mile run; most of the time while running, we would have many discussions, e.g. life and death, love and marriage, family and religion, graduate school and work, interpersonal relationships, nuclear annihilation, politics, and even a detailed talk about life in a wheelchair, while moving through space at a sub-seven minute mile clip. After our run, we would sometimes head off to the gym for a one hour work-out with weights. In 1985 to 1987, I worked part-time at a psychiatric hospital while attending graduate school at USC full-time. In those two years, Jeff moved up to Northern California and started an MBA program at Stanford.

July l8, l987, started off as any typical or ordinary day in my life. I was looking forward to visiting my good friend Jeff, and participating in a bar-b-que at his house. I don't recall everything that occurred before I left to visit Jeff and his wife in Newport Beach on the day I went to see them. When I started driving on the freeway, I was feeling normal, content, strong, in control, and I was glad that graduate school was over. I think my sister was out of town and she had asked me if I could water her plants on my way down to see Jeff.

If I did water her plants, nothing unusual at that point in time had occurred. I had started my journey on the ll0 (Harbor Freeway) heading North and then I got off on the 405 (San Diego Freeway) heading South. I remember that I was in the left lane (which is the fast lane) and I started to feel out of sorts. While I was driving, I felt like I was out of my body and not in control of the car. I had this foreboding feeling or presence that was telling me that I was going to be shot. I am not a very religious person, or spiritual, and I never felt anything that was a powerful as this. Probably any sane person would have pulled over and have gotten off the freeway. The only reason, I think, that I kept driving was because of my life experiences. Every marathon I have ever run, I have finished. I also completed graduate school at USC. I had programmed myself to finish any event or goal no matter how big or how small. It was just not in me to quit or pull over and stop.

Eventually, this ordeal that seemed to last for at least fifteen minutes began to diminish. I had to exit the 405 freeway and connect with another freeway heading South. I was not familiar with this freeway and this was the first time I had traveled to Jeff's new home. I remember looking at the directions and recalling that the traffic was heavy and bumper-to-bumper. I couldn't believe the amount of traffic as I tried to merge from one freeway to another. I was moving very slowly, perhaps two to three miles per hour. (about five to six months later I met with the assistant D.A. and he asked me in my hospital room how fast did I think I was traveling? I told him that I thought my speed was about forty-five miles per hour. He looked at me and didn't say anything. I then asked him how fast was I driving? He answered "Two to three miles an hour.") I remember looking at my directions and thinking that perhaps I was near the end of the freeway and I would be making a right hand turn shortly. About two seconds had gone by and I decided that I would pull off to the shoulder of the freeway and put the car in "park." Before I was able to carry out this plan, I had been shot. All I remember is slowly losing control of the car while mentally I am thinking "Don't lose control; don't black out." I remember hitting at least one car with a girl passenger in it. She was probably about eleven years old, and she looked scared and, if I could read her lips, she probably was saying, "What are you doing?" and she also probably thought that I was "out of my mind," which to a certain degree, was correct. The next thing I recall is looking down at my body which had fallen over to the passenger seat. I was motionless. Shortly after a civilian came over to my car and asked me if I was all right. While I was watching him, he started to put me back up in my seat. I was trying to tell him, while I was watching all of this, not to move me. He did anyway. When I was shot, I never heard the sound of a gun, and I never saw the gun man or the vehicle he was driving.


The Wheels of Justice

Several months earlier, on August 20, 1987, while Paul was still in the Fountain Valley hospital, Marine Cpl., Rick Armstrong, clean cut and convincing, was the star witness at the trial’s preliminary hearing, repeating his eyewitness account of the tragedy. When asked by Judge Selim S. Franklin to identify the shooter, he pointed directly at Morgan who quickly hid his face behind a magazine to avoid being photographed. It is a measure of his shame that he continued his aversion to cameras throughout the trial. Armstrong testified that when he reached Nussbaum’s car, police officers arrived almost immediately, and Armstrong told them of the shooting. Minutes later when police were arresting Morgan and his wife at the fairgrounds, they found the empty gun jammed into the crease of the truck’s seat and six unspent .22 caliber rounds in Albert Carroll Morgan’s pocket.

After hearing Armstrong’s firm, focused testimony, the judge ordered Morgan to stand trial on charges of attempted murder,assault with a deadly weapon, and firing at an inhabited vehicle. Judge Franklin evidenced a clear grasp of Morgan’s calamitous behavior:

Morgan’s gun must be cocked before it can be fired. A jury may interpret that to mean that Morgan exhibited premeditation and deliberation, rather than acting in the heat of emotion. It seems to me impossible for him not to have seen the victim when he pulled the trigger. Morgan was looking at the victim when he pulled the trigger. I think that will be enough for the jury to find that he acted with premeditation and deliberation.

The actual trial took place in nearby Santa Ana. It began onthe last day of January, 1988, a little over six months after the shooting and five months after the preliminary hearing in a different courthouse with a different judge.

The prosecuting attorney argued to the jury that Morgan was guilty of attempted murder. Reinforcing the preliminary hearing judge’s convincing comments, the prosecutor pointed out that Morgan’s wife had tried to stay his hand with her emotional outburst over the gun, but he shot Paul Nussbaum anyway. Morgan’s defense attorney, did not dispute that Morgan fired the shot.

He carefully built his case that attempted murder was the wrong charge for the circumstances. He characterized Morgan’s actions as, “Thoughtless and stupid… he did an idiotic thing, tragic really… but it was not attempted murder. No amount of emotion can change the facts of this case.”10 The attorney claimed his client meant only to fire a warning shot at Nussbaum to scare him. He argued that the pistol was a “small, inaccurate weapon, fired in the heat of anger, not with the intention to kill.”

Incredibly, the jury bought the defense’s story. After a day and a half’s deliberation they returned the verdict that Morgan was innocent of attempted murder, which could carry a sentence of up to life in prison. Instead, in a grotesque twist of logic, they found him guilty of attempted voluntary manslaughter, with a maximum sentence of ten years.

Paul, his family and many observers in both the public and the press, felt the sentence was totally inadequate. At the time of the sentence, Paul predicted the 10 year sentence for attempted voluntary manslaughter could, with time off for good behavior, be reduced to five years.

Paul seethed with anger at the unjust verdict. Prior to Morgan’s sentencing, Paul’s mother, Gloria, wrote a passionate plea for justice to the judge. Here, in part, is her compelling argument:

Paul had worked hard and long to train his body for strength and endurance; he trained his mind for a professional career in the social services to help others. Now he often says that he wishes the bullet that has made him totally dependent on others had killed him… It should be a moral and legal imperative that Albert Morgan contribute every day of his life to the expenses that he alone, consciously and willfully caused⎯with no excuse for alcohol because imbibing is a volitional act and responsibilities exist here too.

If Morgan’s spinal cord could be transplanted in Paul so he could use his legs, arms and hands, and elimination, to care for his own body, that would be close to justice.

If Paul’s past pain, excruciating present and probable future pain and the painful post traumatic memories could be erased from his mind and given to Morgan, that would approach justice. In the absence of this reality, what else would be fair and just but to require penance be shown through a life‐long court ordered restitution to be paid directly to Paul Nussbaum. I pray that the court will impose upon Albert Morgan the maximum sentence allowed by law for the crime of which he has been convicted.
Respectfully,
Gloria Nussbaum
In spite of her impeccable logic, Gloria’s plea for justice fell on deaf ears. Our criminal justice system failed the Nussbaum family. What defies understanding is that Paul’s prediction of a five year sentence came true.

Albert Carroll Morgan spent only five of his tenyear sentence in jail, the other five excused for good behavior. At age thirty‐eight he walked out of prison a free man. Paul will live with the results of Morgan’s unthinkable act for the rest of his life. That is a far cry from justice. In my opinion, the judge, the jury and the parole board should hang their heads in shame.

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[Karen'sMom]

Wow PN, that is so eerie. Had you ever experienced this feeling (of knowing what was going to happen) before? How could that happen? How could you have known? I wonder if you had pulled over, or changed your route, if you would have been shot anyway.?? That is very scary. Did you talk to anyone about it, like Doctors, or psychics (spelling?) or anyone? What did they say, or did they just not think it was important?

All these questions I have, but I'm sure you are full of questions yourself. Very scary stuff!

Darlene

[Andy]

Yep, sort of a premonition for me. I usually rode my motorcycle kind of hard, but it really didnt faze me too much as I was comfortable with how I rode. On the night of my accident, I remember when I was getting off a freeway on a cloverleaf off ramp at my usual healthy pace, I had pretty unusual thoughts about what would happen if I hit one of those light posts along it. Normally such thoughts didnt come up, but I recall that something seemed odd with that train of thought, in retrospect I guess it could be a foretelling of what would come later that night when I would ram a guardrail on a road that we went to for the purpose of playing around in the curves on it. I also remember that earlier that day was kind of odd as well when I was at work, I was out of sorts, I guess looking back knowing what happened something was trying to tell me something bad was going to happen. I wish at times I could go back to that day knowing what I do now and make changes to what I was doing that day, but alas, that is an impossiblity. But thinking back to that day and what I remember of it, I wish I knew better.

I think the subject of premonitions is a very valid one. I remember numerous instances where I would have a dream that seemed strange, but after a few days something would happen that would coorelate to the events in the dream. Quite spooky how future events happened to be revealed in those instances.

[Brad_D]

I had posted this in another topic, but it fits in this topic as well. I had my SCI (c-4 Quad) Thursday July 12, 1984 racing bicycles. My sister fell on the same track at the same place sustaining a hairline fracture at t-4 (no SCI) one year prior on July 10, 1983. What an interesting coincidence. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/confused.gif

[marco25]

PN, thanks for sharing your story. (I appreciated both versions. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif) Like Karen's Mom said, very eerie and scary.

This probably doesn't mean anything, but I noticed the dates of just the accidents mentioned here, mainly between July 10-18. I seem to recall another discussion about July 17 in particular being an unlucky day (happens to be my wedding anniversary too http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/frown.gif). July 17 was also the day the TWA flight to Paris went down over Long Island(?).

I wonder if a computer geek moderator type (PN? Steven? http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif) could do a search of member profiles to compile the dates of the sci's on this site. Might be interesting.

Back to premonitions, I've had them all my life, even dreams that have come true in amazing detail. As a Christian, I've always assumed premonitions were God's way of preparing us for a traumatic event. I'm not sure what I believe about them now, but I find them very interesting.

[PB72181]

I've found a lot of people with dates close to mine also -- August 21. Found out yesterday that one member here has the exact same injury date, down to the year. I was injured about 14 hours before. That was the only difference. Scary.

Stupidity is not a handicap. Please park elsewhere. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif

[PN]

Hello Karen's Mom:

I never really discussed this with anyone until 2000. I was asked to do crisis intervention for a mother whose l0 year old daughter was hit by a car which resulted in severe head trauma. I talked with Sunny on the phone; exchanged E-mails; and I decided to share my story/experience with her. Her daughter did not make a full recovery and she passed away a year later.

I do not have an explanation about my premonition and it seems like something out of "The X-File."

Best wishes to you and your family.

PN

Martha, I will discuss your idea about compiling the dates with Steven to see if there is a common thread.

Good luck.

PN

[Andy]

A bit off topic, but speaking of dates... When I was in rehab it was kind of funny that in our little 'group' of guys that socialized with each other, our accidents were Aug 3,4,5,6,& 7 in a row.

[Erin81079]

A week before my accident I asked my friend Chase if he would ever date someone in a wheelchair (I had seen a news story about a paraplegic weightlifter). He said no, and I got very upset with him telling him that people in wheelchairs were people just like us before they got injured; it was a long heated discussion. After my accident he freaked out and stopped hanging out with me mostly. I always thought that was freaky.

Another bad SCI month is April. I've meet so many people on this board with dates very close to mine or the same April 11 (mine was 2002).

[TINAMARIE]

I qualified for a credit card about a month before my injury. Although I am only 29 years old and was in good health, even though I had never done it before, something made me sign up for the disability insurance offered through the company. I still to this day have no clue what made me sign up for it!!

[LFC]

Tinamarie, my son did the same thing. He was just saying last week how weird that was. He was only 20 and never imagined he would need it.

[LFC]

Originally posted by Erin:

A week before my accident I asked my friend Chase if he would ever date someone in a wheelchair (I had seen a news story about a paraplegic weightlifter). He said no, and I got very upset with him telling him that people in wheelchairs were people just like us before they got injured; it was a long heated discussion. After my accident he freaked out and stopped hanging out with me mostly. I always thought that was freaky.

Another bad SCI month is April. I've meet so many people on this board with dates very close to mine or the same April 11 (mine was 2002).

Yes Erin, April is a weird month. My oldest son had a freak fall and a severe head injury in April 2001. My middle son suffered his SCI in April of 2003. I DREAD this coming April!

[beelady]

Jesse might not have had any premonition about his accident but I have always know something would happen to him. I worried constantly about him and I could picture him laying in a hospital bed, unable to move. It was a different worry that I would have about his brother. A few days before his accident Jesse and I had to go to a nearby town. He was driving and hadnt buckled in. I yelled at him to buckle and then said "What do you want....to end up having to have me wipe your butt the rest of your life?" Thankgoodness, it didnt come to that, but the nightmare that I was living before the accident finally game true only a few days later when he broke his neck in a car accident. He is C7 but doing pretty well in comparison.

[PN]

I have a friend who is a practicing attorney in San Fernando Valley, California. About a week before David was injured, he kept looking up at the sky expecting something to hit him on top of the head. It got so bad that he went to see a psychiatrist about this. I believe one or two days later he was body surfing at Redondo Beach and he broke his neck. After rehab, he went on to get his law degree at UCLA. His father recently died from cancer and he was a Superior Court judge.

I was watching TV a few years ago and they did a story about the Nixons. Mr. Nixon has two sons, and both of them have broken necks from a vehicle rollover. It is a sad story to have two sons with high level injuries, and Mr. Nixon said that he would do anything if only one of his sons had a broken neck. To keep both boys going he spends about $40,000 every month, and I do not know where this money comes from. If anyone is interested in this story I will try to get all the details.

PN

[cathy j]

Like you, Beelady, I always knew something was going to happen to Dan.

[larwatson]

A week before my accident I dreamed I was in wreckage with snow fall surrounding me. I was wearing a brown jacket linedwith sheepskin (I didn't havesuch a jacket at the time). I dreamed of lying in the snow and my legs feeling like they had fallen asleep. I thought I was lying in plane wreckage.

One week later I found myself reliving the dream. Including the brown sheepskin jacket. Only this time it was for real aqnd when I felt my legs tingling like they were asleep I realized I was paralyzed and couldn't move. It was November 19, 1982 . . . the first snowfall of the year. I was lying in the cab of a truck turned over on its side with snow falling down on me through the front window opening that had blown out from the accident.

Talk about deja vu. There's more but I prefer not to talk about it here. Suffice it to say I believe in messages from the future.

What we do in life echoes in eternity. Maximus - Gladiator

[-scott-]

The fall before my accident I was hiking and doing some rock scrambling with some friends. Near the top of our ascent I came *very* close to losing my balance and falling over backwards off the edge about 50-75 feet. I thought to myself, "I should chill out with some of this potentially dangerous adventure-type stuff, because someday I'll really hurt myself."

well, the following January I break my neck downhill skiing, although it wasn't b/c I did anything stupid... the trail just ran out of snow... freak accident... but still.

that being said, I still miss the adrenaline of outdoor sports. I'd be out there again in a heartbeat if I could.

lar - that's freaky. check your PMs shortly.

[kimberkit18]

Wow. A lot of people had these premonitions. I can't say I really had any vision of the future or anything dramatic, but right before I walked into the party something in me just started telling me to walk away. I didn't listen to it of course. I can't exactly put my finger on what it was that day, but it was wierd.

[AKC]

My experience is not as exact as a lot of you all have but weird nonetheless. Since I was a little kid, I would upon occasion lay in bed and pretend my legs didn't work. . . How would I try to get out of bed? How would I get dressed? How would I get around?

And now I know how.

[Meg1]

I don't think qualifies as a premonition, but my brother Dennis (C5) had donated money to PVA just a week before his accident this past July. We found his receipt in his apartment when we went to clear out his stuff.

He just felt paralyzed vets need our help. Now he needs so much help....

[Aurelia]

Mine is like Angelas just weird in as a kid I used try to do everything with my toes..I used turn off the bath with my toes even tried to play the piano with my toes (its my arms that don't work properly now)and before my injury the only part of my body i ever used bother exercising was my upper arms as I always wanted them as strong as possible. Just weird.

[christopher]

I used to have a recurring dream for about 5 years at least once a month pre-acc. In that mid-stage right before sleep, I'd dream I was riding my bike and BAM! I'd fall or something and it would jolt me awake like a shock.
I don't get that dream anymore. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/frown.gif

[~Patrick~]

I didn't have a premonition but we did have a strange occurance in our town. A year before me a friend fell hunting in NY and landed on his rifle, T12 SCI complete. A month before me a kid I knew from my nephew wrecked his atv, T12 sci . Then me. Then a year later another friend was plowing snow with a skid steer, hit a manhole cover catapolting him into the cage(no seatbelt) C5 walking quad. We all knew each other.

T-10 complete
10/08/01

[Chris Chappell]

The two weeks or so before my accident I was having a conversation with one of my co-workers about the paralympics and what great athletes they were, etc. I commented on "I wonder what'd be like if..."

Now I know all too well... http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/rolleyes.gif

[kate]

Bruce got hurt on March 7, 2001. This is the dream I recorded in my journal on March 5th, two days earlier:

"Bruce and Heather and I were crossing into Canada. She and I got on a bicycle built for 2, she in front. He was behind us, on something cumbersome and concealing, like--in a costume on giant stilts. We sail off ahead. I see him trying to catch up, so we stop and wait . . . "


I feel so funny reading that! Bruce is a 6'5" walking quad today. He uses armband crutches--cumbersome, stilt-like, slow.

Also--okay, this story is long. When I was in college in East Lansing, Michigan, I met this guy over Christmas break. He lived in Salt Lake City. I was in a crazy mood one day that February, and I wrote him a goofy letter proposing marriage. A joke, right? We ended up getting together that spring, after exchanging many more letters. (Before email, lol!) Around the end of that summer, I got this absolutely imperative urge to drop everything and go to Salt Lake.

I'd been planning a visit at the end of summer quarter, but I simply could not wait. I took F's in every class, sold my books, packed my stuff, and bought a one-way bus ticket. All was well until around November, when he suddenly became withdrawn and started losing weight.

A month later, he was in the University of Utah Medical Center, diagnosed with a brain tumor. He died exactly one year to the day after I wrote him that first silly letter.

Among the stuff I found in our apartment after he was gone was the whole collection of letters I'd sent to him. In one of them, I described a dream in which I found myself alone with his parents. They were wretched and weeping, and I was trying to console them, with no success.

It's interesting that so many people have experiences like this. The world is not as it seems!

[marco25]

It's interesting that so many people have experiences like this. The world is not as it seems!
Kate, I agree!

Reading these stories has made me much more aware of those intuitive feelings or that "quiet voice" we hear sometimes. Each one is fascinating, but Kimberkit's story really freaked me out. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/eek.gif

I hope more people share these experiences.

[teesieme]

I have thought about this type of thing and have shared it some with a few here on a personal level. I wish I could catch all the details again as one day into my son's sci every single "sign" or connection throughout my life raced through my mind involving sci. At this time, only a few of them come to mind. I have always donated yearly to the pva unlike anything else, my favorite movie starred C. Reeves, I often wondered as some here what it was like to get around without feeling/moving my legs, arms throughout my whole life. When they would fall asleep I would try to move them as they hurt me intensly to do so. My son has always had knee issues as a teenager yet he could run like the wind...except I had never forgotten a time when he was two trying to run down a hill and his falling, why that stuck in my mind all this time I didn't know, now I see it all the time as a flashback. I kept pushing for my son to race stock cars, cars the spring he decided he wanted a bike but he wanted to do motocross. I remember looking at the bike and thinking OMG, it is too big, the frame size differences throughout the years had increased dramatically, it was scary although I grew up around them and had ridden myself. The day before his injury I cringed at my sister's table having coffee as he started his bike up and drove off, after hearing a car slam on its brakes, I literally hunched my back. Later we talked about it, my saying how it has been amazing/lucky that he hasn't been hurt yet with all that he does and races, not even a broken leg or what have you. The next day it happened.
My son told me once a few months after being home as we pulled into my sister's yard, that his first time home for the weekend, he had a de ja vu while pulling into that driveway. He told his uncle that he had dreamt of this before, his being in a chair as such.
Yeah, it's wild. I believe that life does try to ready you in many ways, but we just don't see it or pay attention until it happens.

[Raven]

Wow! This is amazing. I used to think that I was weird or something when I would have dreams and they would at times come true.

In my case, I had slid down the stairs in our apt and the first thing that came to my mind when I stopped falling was "Oh, no. I hope I am not paralyzed." I wasn't, on that occassion. A few years later, I dreamt a very odd dream. In this dream, some friends and I had gone to the park for a while. We had walked past the rides there when suddenly the ferris wheel started turning very fast. People were flying out of their seats into the air. Instead of me running away from the rides, I ran back towards them and through the area of the bump cars. After that I was walking into our home and my mom was sick in a hospital bed. The bed was in the living room and a nurse was telling my dad that my mom was going to need someone to do a lot of the care for her. I told my dad I would take care of her and for him not to worry. Incredibly, after I got out of the hospital, my hospital bed was put in the living room and my mom was the one who had to take care of me. On the day my accident happened, my friends and I had gone to the park walking and from there we got into the car in which we had the accident. Many times I have wondered if that dream was telling me to not go there. I guess we will never know if some dreams do warn us of something. Something else, I had never told my family about that dream until after the accident happened. My mom used to tell me kiddingly that I was a witch because of all my dreams.

Raven

[cass]

i have stayed away from this topic as it makes me uncomfortable. i don't share my experiences of this kind often as ppl tend to pass them off as coincidence, nonsense, etc.

i have had dreams that came true exactly as i dreamed them. and i have told at least a couple of ppl in advance of the events so it is even verifiable. these dreams scare me. and i can pretty much tell which dreams are THOSE kind.

i had no direct dream of my accident. however, i had a recurring nightmare for years before of disaster to befall my family. i would awaken screaming and in tears.

since my own accident, my 35 yr old brother died, as well as my mom and dad, all within a short period of time. my nightmares of tragedy in my family ceased the day of my accident.

i also had a very specific dream of my brother where he was here in my house. he said, don't be scared, i'm really here. he was laughing with my son, who was born 4 years after my brother died, and my brother said to me, so this is who i've been hearing about (referring to my son). there was also a strange, white-like rope running between my son and my brother.

my brother said, i have to tell you something, but as he started, i awakened. i fell asleep again and there he was. he was in a hurry this time to tell me something, but once more i awakened.

3 weeks later, just down the road from my driveway, a 17 yr old crashed and died. she was in insulin shock. my brother was diabetic. coincidence?

[kate]

coincidence? i don't think so, cass. i know what you mean about not discussing this stuff, though. i was a math major--supposedly people with skills in analytical areas aren't supposed to be intuitive--or verbal--or any other variety of "touchy-feely".

after my friend died, for years i had dreams that i was trying to find him . . . that he wasn't really dead, just hiding, and i almost, almost knew where. in these dreams, someone "official" would show up to tell me that yes, he was in fact okay, but i couldn't see him because it would be dangerous for me. i begged. i just wanted to say goodbye, which i couldn't do in real life because the tumor got his mind before his body. finally, i had a dream in which i was allowed to talk with him, and i've never dreamed about him again.

[Emi2]

It's not really a premonition but I'd driven -past the curve where I crashed dozens of times and it always scared me(like butterfly's in tummy scared) even though it wasn't that major of a curve. And I always noticed the white fence on one side. Well I crashed right into that fence, I remember vividly the feild and the fence through the windsheild as I realized I was going to crash and gave up trying to control the vehicle.

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow"
~ Anon

[marco25]

Raven, I've had that ferris wheel dream too. It's terrifying. I also recently had a repeat dream of watching the sky divers jump out the plane only to have their shutes not open and plunge to the earth in front of my eyes.

So ... no plans for ferris wheels or sky diving. http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif However those dreams probably indicate a sense of being out of control or of looming disaster. Not sure.

Cass, thanks so much for sharing your story. Goosebumps, chills, tears ... I can see why it's been difficult to express. You've shared a piece of your soul with us.

Emi, wow. Do you still pass the curve and fence? How does it make you feel now?

[kp1132001]

Premonitions? I have had them. I didn't know it at the time but the first one I recognized was the night before and the day of my wreck. November 2, 2001..a Friday, I got home from school and my Dad told me he was going hunting the next day and wanted to know if I wanted to tag along. I said yes. Well that night, no matter what I did, I just could not go to sleep. I was supposed to leave that morning at 3 but didnt go to sleep until 12am so I decided not to go. but then my stepmom woke me up and said to go so I could keep my dad awake at the wheel. So needless to say, I went but I slept the whole way(?) Well we got to camp and everything went fine that day. But then, me and a friend climbed on the four-wheeler for one last ride before it had to be loaded up. We just wnat one more ride we said. Well we should have listened but we really wanted that ride. So on our way back to camp on our Final ride, the front wheel comes off and Kassie (friend) flies off over me and knocks me forward. the handle bars catch me at the bend in my waist and I get tangled up with the fourwheeler. I ended up having my legs thrown up over my head and the fourwheeler coming don on me. (Picture yourself doing a normal toe-touch, just standing and doing a toe touch. Now take that mental picture and do it backwards laying on your stomach and then having a fourwheeler crash down on top of you.) When I woke up in that field, I knew I was paralyzed but it didn't register that in order for me to be paralyzed I had broken bone...duh. Well I sat up and started looking for Kassie. Bigger Mistake! Well I lay down, turn over onto my stomach and kinda army crawl to her. Yeah I know, I kept screwing up but when you're in shock, nothing reaches logic. The sorry part, I didnt recognize my restlessness for what it was until AFTER my wreck.
I have had other dreams too. The strongest was this past Oct-Nov. I was in a PT Rehab center and my mom was driving back and forth to see me every weekend. Granted it was only a 30-45 min drive, but the last 2weeks and 1 of Nov I kept getting this stomach-in-my-throat- feeling about her until she arrived safely. Well I had this really strange dream about a guy in a black suit(stranger of course) a couple nights in a row and then the Monday after the last dream I confided in someone that I was worried for my mom because she hated driving over the bridge that was inbetween the rehab and our house. I was SO afraid she would have a car wreck. I just knew! somehting was going to happen. The very next day, before my mom could get to me, a lady I know's son (whom I had never met, hense the stranger) had a really bad car wreck. Since then I have really paid attention to all of my dreams. It's wierd cuz when I was a little kid I would have LOTS of deja vu and thought it was just that. Now, I'm starting to think it was much more. And my grandma has had these same types of things only backwards. She would get mad at someone and say something and sure enough with-in that week of her saying it, what ever IT was came true. A family trait? I have never really opened up with this stuff...get back to me. OK

*~ Luv-Ya-Bunchez ~*
Keri

[jplw]

About 2 weeks before my accident I had a dream that I was in the hspital and everyone that I knew came to see me. This was strange to me since I had been in the hospital a number of times with no nonfamily vistors. It was one of those dreams, so realistic that I tell everyone that I know, just in case it comes true. Well wouldn't you know it everyone that I have ever met came to visit after my sci.
Another strange thing that my bro brought up. we had comented a mere 2 minutes before my accident about how much it woud suck to be in a chair, while watching a man negotiate a long ramp. irony? maybee?

jOE

[This message was edited by jplw on 06-09-04 at 03:44 AM.]

[Kendell]

Debbie did not have a premonition of her accident, but her mother did. She dreamed that Debbie would be hit by a car, and believed it to be a premonition, but without knowing when it would happen didn't know what to do.. She didn't tell Debbie till much later. The accident occured Sept 13.

A few years ago, Debbie had been undergoing regular treatments for new nerve tumor pain as a result of her r aka. What was supposed to be the last treatment before receiving an internal morphine pump ended up being a disastrous day when the doctor instead injected phenol(acid) into her stump causing massive chemical gangrene which required a total of 6 operations for debridement and reconstructive surgery. She nearly died. The whole morning before she was due to go in the day this happened, I had a feeling of dread so strong I almost asked Debbie several times to cancel the appt. I thought i was being paranoid and didn't say anything. One of my biggest regrets in this life. Debbie's told me she wouldn't have gone if I"d told her - she believes in my "feelings". Now I do too, and I pay attention to them. That happened the Friday before Labor Day.

[SPORTO]

It seems my dog knew something was going to happen. I traveled around the country working on malls, I would take my dog jt with me(I rescued him from the pound 15 yrs earlier). JT loved to go with me, but when it came time to go to Houston after the Christmas holidays he refused to leave my girlfriends apartment when it was time to go, he was usually waiting at the van for me, this time I had to drag him. A week later I broke my back in an accident....3 weeks later I had to have him put down. Boy was that a shitty trip I left a lot in Houston!

With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

[Max]

At the day CR was paralysed -2 month before me...I was gathering myself to go to work (at that time I had 2 jobs-15 hours per day + part business on weekends)-I thought-Geez, Rich guy fallen from horse-he will be okay. Wish I had His problems, it will never happen to mehttp://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif.....Never say never & care what you wish forhttp://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/frown.gif

That day-in bus I was reading Russian poetry & there was verse-"It all happen when our Fate was following us like madman with a knife in his hand!"

I was suddenly so scared-but could not understand why? All my life I was not a coward & been in some very strange & even deadly to some of my comrads placeshttp://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/frown.gif

But I never experienced such fear like that day in the bus-It was first time I experienced what someone calls panic attack.....

To cut story short-two month later I was attacked, knifed in neck & robbed by drug addict....I was almoust DOA at the hospital & nine days after-when I came back to life-first thing I remember was that day, my thoughts & that poetry book......

I strongly believe I had premonition that day, I heard news about CR & that some of our thoughts and wishes in past -shape out future...


So lets at least once a day wish & pray for curehttp://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif & make mental picture how it will be!!!

[Theophania]

yes i did. a few months before my injury i remember sitting on the couch watching my hand as i moved my fingers, thinking, "wow...this is so easy. how could anyone not be able to move them? i just comes so naturally..."

we also rented a wc for my grandma 3 months prior and i remember stepping up out of it thinking how lucky i was to get up out of it so easily.

lastly, a dude broke his neck on the same slide i did 20 years earlier.

[jax2bass]

Yes I did also. I was telling a member of my band that as long as I had the use of my hands that I would always play the bass.He even told me I should not say things like that. I think he jinxed me some how. About a month later I hit a structure inside a garage with a riding lawnmower at a very slow speed. the structure fell on me and broke my back in two.(L 1 burst)

[Theophania]

bass, can u still play bass now though?

[jax2bass]

Theo, yes I still can, but it is more difficult to find others who are dedicated to start a new band seeing that the same person who said, "you should not say things like that", is the same guy who replaced me with another bass player. A couple of the others in the band came to me to start a new band, but it fizzled out; I feel that they were just trying to "rehabilitate me" when what I really needed was for someone to just accept me as a part of the group. I just wish that this chair of mine was not an obstacle.

[mahlax]

I can't believe I'm really posting this here after all these years, but here it goes. Please don't be too mean. :)

Well --if you check out my profile you'll see that I joined on 10-01-06. I was reading the forum way before that though. Further investigating my profile, you'll see that under 'Why did you join this forum?' I listed 'Creepy premonition I'll someday be paralyzed' and under 'Date of Injury' I listed ' Not yet, thank goodness.'

This has been going on since 1995 (the whole 'creepy premonition' thing). In fact, I think I originally discovered this forum by Googling 'SCI +premonition' 4 years ago.

This is something I think about a lot, at times very obsessively, which is strange, because it's not like I personally have known anyone who was paralyzed -- nor do I participate in any type of sport that makes me a strong statistical candidate for SCI.

If anything, perhaps my premonition keeps me safe. Never in a million years would I dive into a pool, get within 5 feet of a trampoline or get on a motorcycle.

But I kind of feel like I should prepare myself for what I feel may await me by getting concrete knowledge about the realities and logistics of being paralyzed BEFORE the fact.

Thanks to you guys (and other research) I already know the names of the best rehab centers, the importance of sterile catheterization, tips on finding aides who aren't crackheads, etc. :)

Please believe me, it's not a devo thing or a WISH to be paralyzed ... just a horrible and vivid premonition I WILL be.

I've never posted here before because I'm concerned you all won't know what to make of me. Sometimes I myself just feel like a neurotic intruder even looking at this forum, much less posting.

Um ... sorry if this crazy little first post has offended or upset anyone. But every 6 months or so I check out THIS particular thread or others like it and it hits me like a ton of bricks.

Over and out.

[PN]

TAB = Temporarily Able-Bodied. I learned that before I was in a wheelchair.

[WheelieMike]

How about a subconscious SCI premonition? Before SCI, in my dreams, I could not run. Every time I tried, I would fall. After SCI, I could run in my dreams IF I was holding my crutches. I didn't have to use them, just hold them. Now, 23 yrs later, some dreams I walk, some I roll. Now explain those dreams.

[mahlax]

TAB = Temporarily Able-Bodied. I learned that before I was in a wheelchair.Yes, I do firmly believe we're all just TAB.

With me the strange part is the vivid premoniton I will be de-tabbed in such a specific fashion.

In the meantime, I try to live as if my future quadriplegic self is watching over my current TAB self and getting pissed when I don't make the most of the function I've got for now.

[skippy13]

I know it sounds strange, but when I was a kid I had dreams where I was in a wheelchair. It was definitely a premonition. I also had dreams of a really fast red car and flying all over in a little red personal airplane. I got the chair, I got the '67 camaro and I'm still waiting for the damn airplane to show up. I want it. NOW!:D

[feisty]

I had a dream for 2 weeks that I would be falling or tripping and I would have an injury on my body that I 'interpreted' as involving my teeth or jaw. It just felt like the front base of my head/neck. I told all my friends to be careful walking downtown (uneven sidewalks from tree roots) because people have bee known to trip when strolling home in our neighborhood, and I was afraid someone was going to trip and break a tooth or something. I have dreams like that all the time, but I never tell anyone but my brother (he has them too) because I don't want anyone to think I'm a whackadoodle, but this one was too frequent. I've never dreamed of anything happening to myself though- but it is eerie to then have a cervical neck injury. Some of my friends remembered and reminded me- Hey at least you didn't fuck up your teef!

[cass]

I know it sounds strange, but when I was a kid I had dreams where I was in a wheelchair. It was definitely a premonition. I also had dreams of a really fast red car and flying all over in a little red personal airplane. I got the chair, I got the '67 camaro and I'm still waiting for the damn airplane to show up. I want it. NOW!:D

that must have been me flying that red Pitts biplane...;)

[wheelz1989]

Exactly one week before my accident happened, My girlfriend's (at the time) mother had a dream about her dying mother. In the dream her mother was laying in a hospital bed, but she was holding a newborn baby that looked like it was in need of lots of help, she said she could not recognize who it was though and as she got closer the baby looked exactly like me. I always wondered about that, and thought it was a bit weird.

A week later, my car rolled off the road as a result of drinking...

[orangejello]

In the meantime, I try to live as if my future quadriplegic self is watching over my current TAB self and getting pissed when I don't make the most of the function I've got for now.

Serious question: do you have a specific feeling you are going to become a quadriplegic and not just a paraplegic?

[rybread]

I don't know if this counts because it wasn't a premonition of me becoming a quadriplegic, but one day a I was out with my caregiver running errands when I got this really bad feeling, I feeling I thought I had the day I had my spinal cord injury, that something just wasn't right. It was so strong that I was telling her to drive carefully because something was off, something bad was going to happen. Even after we got to my house, I was telling her to be really careful when she was cathing me and and when she left I was telling her to be really careful on the way home. Meanwhile, the whole time her cell phone was ringing and I wouldn't let her answer it while we were driving and she couldn't answer it while she was draining my urine so she returned the call after she left my house. It turned out to be a police officer telling her that her boyfriend overdosed on something and was dead. It was really freaky. She looked at me and said "you knew, how did you know?" I didn't know what to say, and ever since then I pay really close attention to bad feelings. I think I had those feelings the day I got hurt, but I'm not sure. The day I fractured my skull when I was 15, I was shocking everything, you know, static shocks, and I had a bad feeling.

[jody]

I have had premonitions for every disaster. three fires, a flood, and getting hit by a car while on a bike. usually years befor so that I have always been able to tell someone about it. the last fire, I thought if the person who starts it in my dream is gone, no fire. She was moving out. only three days left. my daughter had a premonition the night before. about the accident though, I knew I would be hit. not what the results would be. a coworker had claimed also to have had some kind of premonition about that night, as well as one of the witnesses. I have two brothers in law injured nine years apart. both paras, one had a very vivid and accurate premonition weeks ,before the other, family members had premonitions that night. because of these, I almost always ask those I meet along the way if they had any kind of premonition, and most say yes.

[kate]

Two days before my husband got hurt, I dreamed that he and I and our younger daughter were out walking. Back then, the two of them would always have been way ahead of me; they always went faster and wanted to go farther than I did.

In the dream, she and I were alone, up ahead of him. We looked back and he was on this strange stilt-like contraption, very awkward and slow. In the dream I felt guilty for being faster than him, and I knew that she did, too.

I kept a journal at the time, so I know I didn't imagine this -- I wrote it out just before the accident.

[quad79]

I had a feeling I was about to go through a life changing event,never imagined SCI though.If I would've,I'd have quit work and stayed @ home!

[new dimension]

yes I had a premonition, an overwhelming feeling that I should get my son out of town as soon as possible before something bad happened. Chalked it off to my pessimistic thought process one week later....SCI Now every thought I have feels like a premonition...scared of everything ;(

[fishin'guy]

My premonition was as serious as they get. I was afraid the technition in charge of my inhalition would screw up. I'd had over30 such operations and felt I had pressed it as far as I dare. But, I felt a true death, not a everlasting one like I got. I mentioned it to my wife, dtr, and in-laws. I was scared of dieing. Lord knows i wish I had during the process, I had the worst 4 days of my fractured life. God had other plans for me.
I lived. I was paralized. I"d live with it. I'd be stronger for it. At least I got 57 yrs in before the surgery. I will walk. I will be able to stand.I did forsee a disaster in the room, it was a living reminder. Doctors make mistakes, I've never received an apology. These things kind of happen.
I will survive.

[Buffie]

I also had a premonition that something was going to happen bad with me. I told my friends over and over that something bad is going to happen involving my car. Bad to me though was the car breaking down at night and I'd be by myself. About 3 weeks after that feeling I had the accident and broke my neck. Now when I get bad feelings, I began to pray because I know from past experiences that prayer changes things.

[GRAMMY]

My son used to have strange dreams all the time when he was 16 years old. He used to dream repeatedly about being in a wheelchair. Ten years later he ended up in a wheelchair. Several days after his accident, he told me he felt like those reoccuring dreams were meant to prepare him for a life in a wheelchair. He said he could now understand why he had been having those dreams as a young teenager. He is convinced they happened in order for him to transition to life in a wheelchair more easily. Our conversation haunts me when I think about it yet today.

[lee.thompson84]

it was stange for me i always had dreams of birthday cakes 19, 20, 21, 22 but never a 23rd, so be it i was in hospital for my 23rd birthday with SCI this dream recured 6 times during my teens and early 20's and i told someone about it and they thought it was strange to, but i never thought it would be this bad.....

[Ashley]

i had slid off a highway during a snow storm 2 weeks before and barely missed being hit by oncoming traffic...in a way after the panic i thought, "man, that wasn't right...i need to drive more carefully or it'll be worse." why do we never listen to that little voice??

[Saorsa]

The night before my injury I suffered a horrible nightmare. It was extremely unsettling, but I couldn't remember it clearly. I remember thinking, at the time, that the worst thing that could possibly happen to me would be losing the use of my hands. I was so naive.

[knightrider]

Well, to tell ya the truth i've always known i'd end up with somekind of disability, probably because my dad had MS when i was young and he was wheelchair bound when i was about 7 or something. I've always felt my life would never be like everyone elses and something will stop me living a normal life. I was thinking that from about the age of 5....well i got that right lol :D

Anyway the day of my accident something was telling me not to go out in my car that day, but i was supposed to pick up my ex and my mum from their works party, and considering i fell out with my ex a few days before i wanted to sort it out and get things ok again, so i did go, as we all know....Bad idea oh well.

Well all i can say is, i was right, and probably even if i didn't go that night it, would of happend anyway or worse.
The funny thing was when the doctor told me I would never walk again I just smiled at him, for a while i felt relief, duno why but i did.... But as time went on it changed more into anger. I don't feel like that now, but hey my premonition was right for years....I was living it.

[teach1]

This is a very interesting thread and I feel like I need to share this. After my son (Matt) was injured, he told us about a paper he wrote the year before in college. It was about wheelchair basketball. He knew all about the paralympics and the teams that had gone to play in them. One of the players who played in the paralympics who had a gold medal visited Matt in the hospital right after he was injured. Mike Schlappi was the first person to talk to Matt in a chair. I don't know what they talked about but it changed something that day and Matt looked at his injury in a different way. A couple of years before that he was snow skiing in Colorado with the youth group from church. Everyone was going on to the slopes and Matt would stay and watch the adaptive skiing. Everyone told us later how he was just so fasinated with them. No one else thought much about the skiers but something about them made an impression on Matt. I never knew about the paper then but have a copy of it now nor the sking story but Matt seemed to be inspired with both groups.

[abcboys]

Wow, this has been a very interesting thread. I don't know that BIL had any premonitions per say but I will say his accident was very ironic. He had travelled all the way to Floriday for one of those healing outpouring ministry thingy that were very popular down there. He had stayed for a week and was returning home He was about 1 hour from home when he had his accident T12 paralysis. I always thought that was ironic he was returning from a healing meeting when he was paralyzed!!

[mahlax]

Serious question: do you have a specific feeling you are going to become a quadriplegic and not just a paraplegic? Yes, but I don't have any idea why that is. :confused: Maybe the Christopher Reeve thing happening just after I first became really aware of the SCI premonition?

[Snuz]

With M.S. it isn't usually one specific attack that "takes all" for M.S.ers. I do, however, remember waking up one morning with a terrible fear of being TRAPPED in my own body...I was about 18 then. I had carried that fear for ALL of my adult life not knowing the "why" or "how".

I was diagnosed with M.S. at 40 after a severe attack to the right side of my body...and knew it was going to come true even then it was after I'd had M.S. for 8 years and after that first attack I got everything back.

I KNEW at 18 that I would be trapped someday. I've been a para in a chair for 5 years while slowly losing my arms and hands and praying for the best while dreading the worst of being trapped completely in my own body. Thats my boring story.

[rdf]

Yes, but I don't have any idea why that is. :confused: Maybe the Christopher Reeve thing happening just after I first became really aware of the SCI premonition?I hope you've signed up for long term disability at your workplace, mahlax...just to be on the safe side.

It's a strange world out there, there is so much we don't know. I have a couple of extrasensory events to relate that happened in the first 2 days after my injury when it was touch and go. It's weird stuff, let me gather my thoughts.

[Rbrauer]

Yes I did.

[mahlax]

My premonition was as serious as they get. I was afraid the technition in charge of my inhalition would screw up. I'd had over30 such operations and felt I had pressed it as far as I dare. But, I felt a true death, not a everlasting one like I got. I mentioned it to my wife, dtr, and in-laws. I was scared of dieing. Lord knows i wish I had during the process, I had the worst 4 days of my fractured life. God had other plans for me.
I lived. I was paralized. YIKES YIKES YIKES.

TAB For Now? Some Signs You're Either Deeply Neurotic or Ought to Purchase Disability Insurance Immediately. Probably Both.

1. You harangue friends & family with the latest research & make them memorize protocols, treatments & upcoming clinical trials 'just in case.'

Your partner is so indoctrinated after a half decade of this that he turns to you out of the blue every third time some references a paralyzing injury and asks "high dose methylprednisolone, right?" to make sure he remembers how to pronounce it.

2. You don't even personally know a single person who uses a wheelchair, yet accessibility plays a part in your seeking out long term housing. Everyone who knows about this (not very many do though) thinks you're absolutely bonkers.

3. Every time you nearly come to serious harm, you find yourself feeling deeply relieved, thinking "maybe that's how it was supposed to happen now and I've cheated fate." Typically the elation wears off in a few hours. In a few days, the premonition is back as strongly as ever.

4. Upon moving to a new state, you (1) found an apartment, (2) got a job, (3) got a library card, then finally (4) went downtown to physically stake out the local independent living alliance. Going so far as to go inside and obtain a business card from a confused staffer (no you don't need help, no a relative doesn't either, no you don't exactly want to volunteer, no you'd actually rather not say why you want the card - um, also exactly what type of services would you offer if someone was paralyzed).

5. A friend posts some distinctive dark & gothic modeling pics online. You startle her by asking "Hey, who did your portfolio -- were they by any chance done by a guy named C-Spine?" to which she's like "Oh my gosh, actually, yes!"

6. You find yourself making morbid posts such as this on CareCure. :gloomy:

Ugh, I'm sure I could think of some more. Please forgive my sardonic humor in this post everyone. Sometimes I see a glimmer of very dark humor about the ongoing premonition and other times not so much. Mostly I try to put it out of my mind, which is why I'll go for months at a stretch without logging in.

My man knows the graphical style of this particular forum so well he can look at me reading from twelve feet away & ask "Looking at CareCure? Are you sure that's a good idea for your mood baby?"

[funklab]

Did you or anyone in your family have a premonition about the sci that has affected your family?

Scott's mother did just a few days before his. She was afraid he was going to be hurt in a football game he was playing in. After the game that Friday, she was relieved and figured it had been her imagination. The following Wednesday afternoon, she got a phone call ... :(


My parents say that the last time I was with them I told them that "I could still go to school with a broken back" when explaining away the risks and my reasons for heading out on an international motorcycle trip. I don't specifically remember that, but I don't think that they are lying.


Then again it was a motorcycle... its not like my the odds weren't with that statement.....:booboo:

[Mombo]

Leading up to my son's accident, this is what happened about 1 month prior:
1. A team of para basketball players visited the student housing area and were asking for donations. My son and his roommates donated and then talked about how horrible it would be to end up in a wheelchair.

2. My son hurt his food while jumping off of a curb. I took him to urgent care and they put him in a wheelchair. I asked him how he would like to permanently be in a chair as his behavior was leading him in that direction.

3. He was riding his skateboard very aggressively one weekend on our street, he also was riding his sisters bike in the same manner. Again, I said this was the type of stuff that will put you in a wheelchair.

4. When he first told me he was going to Costa Rica on a surf trip, I begged him not to go as I was very afraid it would not go well.

5. The evening he was leaving for his trip, I told his friends to please keep him safe, he hugged me like he has never hugged me before and said "don't worry mom, it's going to be ok" he turned to his sister and said "when I get back I'll take you surfing". As they drove off, I turned to his sister and said "please say a prayer for him, I don't have a very good feeling about this trip". I then tried frantically to call him on his cell and realized he did not have it with him. I felt sick to my stomach for most of the time he was gone - then we got the call 2 days before he was to come home.

[mahlax]

I got back from a Christmas vacation back home ... there was one time in particular I was obsessing over this thread. We drove to San Diego and back & the SCI premonition spidey sense was ratcheted up ALL DAY.

There were about 5 hours of freeway driving (OC to San Diego round-trip) ... the whole time I was in the car I was thinking "Well, this is going to be it, I know it." On the way back we hit something, ran over something, I'm not sure what. Possibly a piece of tire on the road. It was just one more false alarm of course. Still TAB.

It made a terrific noise under the car. We just drove along with some concerned comment. The premonition isn't something I can talk to my Mom about and my partner has heard so much about it I try to spare him the stress of hearing more; besides, what the heck can he do?

[JGNI]

YIKES YIKES YIKES.

TAB For Now? Some Signs You're Either Deeply Neurotic or Ought to Purchase Disability Insurance Immediately. Probably Both.


You really made me laugh with those, I hope your obsession never comes true though, just enjoy being TAB (or hopefully PermanentlyAB).

[Sarah's Mom]

I can not say that I actually had a premonition of something happening to Sarah, but I can say that I strongly disliked the person that she was with that day. Even though the accident was not Sarah's fault, I still find myself saying the what if's and wanting to understand how this has happened. What if she was not taking her friend's baby to his dads, she would not have been on the freeway at that time? What if she wasn't getting used by that "so called" friend to take her baby to his dads? What if she would have just come home after her birthday dinner?

Can't change the past. Still trying to move forward.

[0xSquidy]

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[CiscoNJenn]

Cisco and I went camping and on the way we were talking about religion. He said God is going to show him a sign. We went horseback riding for the first time and he said, "I better put my helmet on or I will end up like Christopher Reeve. One hour later, he dove in a pool and broke his neck.

[nan parker]

Hi Well I had seen my daughter coming around the frig in a wheel chair. It was like God was telling me. I pushed it out of my mind. when I was called at 200 and told she was medivaced I knew it was serious.

[Amy Copeland-Levine]

I never in my wildest dreams had thought this would happen to me. My sister says she had a dream about 6 months before my injury that I was in a wheelchair. I really dont believe in premonition but still, who knows.

[mckeownp]

I knew a couple of years ago my son would die in another car accident. I just knew. I didn't dream it. I could feel it. The other day on the way home from the cemetary I passed a young man WALKING with black pants and a black hoodie. Walking on the side of the road going in my same direction. In the rear view mirror his blurry face looked like Mike. I had a calmness come over me.

[swh2007]

I didn't have a premonition that I would have an SCI but when I got in my vehicle a few minutes before my accident, I felt an overwhelming feeling that I needed to put my seatbelt on as I left my driveway. It took me a few minutes to get to a stoplight so I could do it, and 1/2 mile later I was rear-ended by a garbage truck. I am sure I would have died but for the seatbelt.

[dash]

P was 16 and my friends pulled into the driveway. I ran down the back stairs while yelling to my Mom I was leaving. I stopped and looked at the TV down the hall in the kitchen. NY Network news was on. 'Huntley & Brinkly' or some old boreing newscasters were on talking about The Catholic Church denouncing St. Christopher the patron Saint on travel due to only being able to proove 2 miracles and Saints needed 3.As a teen excited and looking foreward to a party it was odd I'd even look at National news. I hesitated thinking how strange, opened the door and got in a car with a St. Christopher statue on the dash. The driver was Catholic and was killed.

[dash]

Hey, Today I wrote an essay on the thread about returning to where you were injured. I started that with this same St. Christopher story. Seems I can't delete this and the other is still changeable but it took so long to type trying my damndest not to be too obviously rude to the sig-ots mother whose daughter happened to drop her off for the looong weekend.
sorry for the do over...

[melodiclogic22]

From the age of 7 to 27 I had the same dream over and over again at least 2 dozen times about me playing in a baseball game on a field with no homerun fence. In real life I knew that I would not be able to play on the 4 nice baseball fields next to the high school I would later go too that had grass outfields and homerun fences. I was going to have to play on a field with no grass in the out field or fence. And the dream went,

I hit a drive over the outfielder's head and start running the basses. 1st and 2nd base are no problem but when I get to 3rd and round it my legs get weak and I have to slow down and straighten up to keep my balance and then my legs get too weak to stand and I start crawling toward homeplate and then my legs give out and I'm dragging myself with my arms that giveout 2 feet from home plate and I'm tagged out and then wake up.

Never once did this happen to me playing baseball from the age of 10 to an adult baseball league the season before my injury.

But 4 years after my injury I had been using my forearm crutches for awhile when I accidently locked my keys in the car with my crutches and cell phone at a park 2 blocks from my house so I started walking the 1st block that was flat with no problem but then their was a downhill grade that I was shakey on but I had parked cars, a telephone pole and then a brick wall to help me to a point that all I'll I have too do is go around the corner, cross the street and my front door is the 4th house on the left. Or I should replace corner of the block with "rouding 3rd base and replace my front door with homeplate and the dream plays out in detail.

Joe

[jerkens]

it wasnt a premonition for me but when i was young.. between 7 and 11 i would wake up dazed and i couldnt move or breathe.. sort of like the state u r in right before you fall asleep. I would tell myself to move but i just couldnt. then i would start having seizures.. eppilipsy my doc told me... but what was weird is after an episode i would lay there unable to talk (al,most like i was aphasia'd) slurring, and i couldnt move my body.. i could breathe but slowly i would be able to and everything would be back to normal..

doc said it is just a kid thing and i grew out of it.

WEIRD

[jerkens]

i forgot to add.. it was my right side that was affected.. apparently its called Todd's Paralysis.

im hemiplegia now. right side affected