I've had two incidents, very similar in the mode of perceiving, that were precognitive.
This last Monday, the 10th of July, I went up the mountain on my property to take some things to the trash. It was very early in the morning--about 5:30 or 6 a.m.
I saw that a branch had fallen down from one of the trees that separates my house from my neighbor's. Half of it had fallen on his property and the other half fell on my property.
The city will dispose of these tree limbs but they have to be cut down to 4' in length and all parts of the branch tied together. So I cut up the branch, bundled it up, and put it out to the curb for pickup.
I looked at the branch on my neighbor's property, though, and as I looked at it, an awareness came over me. I said, "That branch will be on my side of the property by tonight at 5."
Sure enough, 5 p.m. rolls around and I go up to put the trash out at the curb for the next morning's pickup. There is the branch from my neighbor's side of the property thrown on my side. Angry, I picked it up and heaved it back on my neighbor's side.
Let me digress a moment and tell you that I do not like my neighbor. He is a chauvinistic Muslim guy who thinks he can bully women around. So of course, me and my rather aggressive personality, I love to rub the independent status of women in the U.S. in his face.
Seeing me throw the branch over, he came charging out of his house yelling. He said, "Both my wife and I saw you throw that branch on our property." I said, "Right, asshole, because I was up here at 5 a.m. and saw it on your property. Now maybe you'd like to explain why you're dumping debris from your property on mine."
Man, you talk about slinking back to his house. It was like I punched him in the gut.
OK, so that was one incident. I guess the part about putting him in his place isn't really germane to the precognitive theme of my story but I had to include it because it gives me great satisfaction to dwell on it, LOL.
Here's the second incident.
I have been having a go-around with two squirrels whom I call Spike and Roscoe. I call them that because those sound like swindler names and these two squirrels are swindling the bird food away from the birds. They are stealing it out of the bird feeder.
I have a big bag of bird food in my utility room. Now mind you, this is IN my house.
Today I looked out the utility room window and I got this feeling that Spike or Roscoe was going to chew their way in through the screen. It was a feeling and I could "see" the hole in the screen through this "feeling."
Well, dammit, if you wouldn't know it, late afternoon I returned from dining out with my friend and there's Roscoe, up in the bird feeder. This foreshadowed what was coming with the screen. Earlier this morning, I had carefully put put the birdfeeder back together after he chewed a hole in the bottom. So there he is, flaunting me as I return, saying, "Hahah, I outwitted you again."
I walk in the house, look at the screen and sure enough: there's a hole chewed through it. Now for whatever reason, he didn't get into the bird food. But I am mad as hell about this chewed up screen.
Cher