Something you can't explain

That tree would have been out in the garden, if it was mine!

I don't think I could keep it after that.

Oh, that’s one of my waking fantasy nightmares. That I’ll be sitting in my chair watching tv and something in the room will start moving about 😱

One night I had a very lucid dream. I was on a shore looking at a large ship, [it was long and low, with some men on the deck] in the distance on an ocean.

In the dream I suddenly started yelling that the ship was going to go up any second. Then there was an explosion, fire raging, and nothing could have been saved, it was so sudden.

I woke a bit shaken but got on with the day. Either that day or a day after I was watching the news and the news was that HMS Belgrano was destroyed in the Argentinian conflict. My blood ran cold. What I saw on the TV was the same scene I saw in my dream.

How strange!
Imagine if it had started that malarkey during the night?

Me and my mum were Sat having a coffee at my house inbetween Christmas and new year, the Christmas tree was still up, all of a sudden it started rocking from side to side a few baubles started dropping , I got up to save it and it immediately stopped.

Every night (I presume) at some point, the hangers in my wardrobe start jingling.

I've just thought of another. While visiting my in-laws, FIL couldn't find his car keys and had searched everywhere. As is my usual habit in these circumstances, I said, "Well, if we've searched all the usual places, we must now look in all the silly places."

For some reason I suggested his spectacles case - why would you put them in there? But there they were. We were all astonished - I wish I could always find things so easily.

I rarely dream (or recall them) but one night I dreamed about the rugby player Jonny Wilkinson being involved in a car crash and woke up feeling very worried as I'd no idea how bad it was.

Why would I dream about him? There's no connection, apart from being delighted (along with countless others) about the last-minute points he scored to win us the World Cup.

I felt agitated and put the radio on while I made my early morning cuppa. On the news came the story that it had indeed happened and was fortunately very minor with no serious repercussions. I hadn't seen the news before I retired for the evening and can't explain it to this day.

I have told this story before:

Mr R and I had been visiting our sister-in-law. We were leaving and I went to the window sill to pick up my reading glasses. I knew I had left them there but they were nowhere to be seen. My s-i-l and I had a good look around but we couldn't find them. Then I glanced at the window sill and there they were!

One December night in 1999 I awoke in the night feeling terrified and with a terrible sharp pain in my chest. I have no idea why. I calmed down eventually and went back to sleep. The following day it was in the news that George Harrison had been stabbed in the night by an intruder at his home in Friar Park.

The thread about knitting has reminded me of the lady I had in mind when I made this thread.

I met her when I worked in a care home years and years ago, and she knitted some fabulous things.

Mermaids, witches, a little princess in a four poster bed.

The strange thing was that this lady was deaf/blind, and had been born that way.

At halloween, she took my hand and showed me a bat she had made, with a smiley face and fangs!

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When I was engaged, I was alone in the enormous Victorian house my husband to be had lived in with his mother. He had gone to play golf and I thought I would practise some scales and songs I was working on.
As I reached a high note, I heard banging on the ceiling.
I was so frightened, I sat on the front step until he returned in the dark.
I found out that the bedroom above the room with the piano had been his elderly aunt’s room and she used to bang on the floor when she needed something.

An odd story from the antiques world.

Many years ago I bought an Islamic corner cupboard in Portobello Rd and arranged for it to be transported to my home. On the way it was stolen (!) but fortunately it was insured. A few years later I was in Brussels in the antique quarter when I passed a dingy looking shop full of brown furniture. It was late but something impelled me to go in and to negotiate my way around lots of unattractive looking furniture to the back of the shop. There was "my" Islamic corner cupboard together with two chairs which matched very well. I bought them and had them transported back to the UK.

The shop owner (an old Egyptian gentleman) told me he had bought them as part of a "container batch" and did not know their origin, I had no reason to dsbelieve him.

I still have that corner unit today. Somehow it had called out to me across time and space and was determind for me to own it.

People who saw a panther... Well it wasn't a panther but a friend of a parent had a puma and 7 chimpanzees. The chimps ended up at I think, monkey world but the puma? Well there were hints it was released and I remember hearing that that had happened more than once

Camping at Glastonbury I awoke to a crop circle outside in grass... no footprints and I believed wholeheartedly as a child that some teenage alien played a prank on me lol

Yes, I went to put on my wellington boots and found £11 in one of them.

DD had a tureen which had belonged to my parents. She was close to them both, especially my father. She had used the tureen several times but once when she was going through a very difficult time, she took the tureen off the shelf to discover a 1920 old Penny in it which she had never seen before. My father was born in 1920.

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I have friends who live in Eastwood, their property backs onto fields. I know what a saw wasn’t a domestic black cat.

What we saw wasn't domestic either.

You wouldn't have wanted it sitting on your lap, that's for sure!

We had a dear friend who was a leader in our church for the young people including our two . Let's call him J. . He was so interested in all the youngsters and also a neighbour so it was sad when he became frail and moved away to live near his son . A couple of years later we heard through his fellow church worker that J. had died . Many many months later I had the most terribly upsetting night. I kept on waking up and thinking how I wished we had something of J's to remember him by. The next morning , Saturday , DH and I went shopping . When we came home there in our hall was a box of ornaments . I asked my DD what it was and she said that it had been dropped off for them to choose something with which to remember this lovely man . I spoke to my friend who had left the box and she said she had held on to it for ages before getting round to delivering it yet it happened the day after I had been so consumed with the need to have a memento .

I seem to have my own inbuilt sat nav. Put me in a strange town or city, home or abroad, and I can navigate my way from A to B without any problems. This was first demonstrated when I was 4 and visiting my aunt, who lived outside London. We went to St Albans for the day, somewhere I'd never ever been, and yet I just knew how to get from the car park to the restaurant we were going to for lunch. My aunt said they all just followed me in amazement as I confidently strode ahead. It's never let me down yet.

Men!

Did you wear a white floaty nighty and take a flickering candle with you?

You know that guarantees a ghostly encounter.

35 years ago, we temporarily rented a house until our purchase went through. It was a quirky house with large spooky looking basement. We had the middle bedroom and DD had the small one at the back.

From the day we moved in, I was convinced my DD's bedroom was haunted. She started sleep walking and I honestly couldn't sleep until daylight. As a less scary alternative to the haunted theory, I wondered perhaps if I was having a nervous breakdown. Until the day we moved out and into our own place, when I was instantly back to my normal self.

The irony was, her bedroom looked 100% normal. Whereas the basement was scary day and night. But I never had an issue with going down there.

Many years ago, in a foreign country we rented a duplex flat in an old mansion block. Several times we heard footsteps coming up the stairs when we were in bed and they disappeared into the spare room. There was never anyone visible. The spare room had a very old, large press in a corner which was very heavy. We wanted to rearrange the room at one time and managed to move it out from the wall and behind it the wallpaper was all torn and a lot of lumpy, plaster had been badly applied to a large rectangle. We pulled the press back into the space and moved as soon as we could!