Three times! I’ve seen into the future three different times. It’s always completely unexpected. Each time it happened, I was sitting up, reading in bed—my way of relaxing before closing my eyes and drifting off. Suddenly, I looked up from my book and my room has disappeared. I see myself in the middle of a scene.

The first time it happened, I was at a funeral parlor. My Dad was lying in a coffin, dead. As I watched, the scene slowly faded away and my room reappeared. Needless to say, this frightened the daylights out of me, but I explained it to myself as having had some type of waking nightmare. Moments later, I got up, had a drink, went back to bed, and succeeded in going back to sleep.

Less than a week later, on our return from a night at the movies, our babysitter told us there’d been a phone call. When told we were out for the evening, the caller said she’d get back to us. An hour or so later, when my husband and I were getting ready for bed, the phone rang. It was my stepmother calling to tell me my Dad  had died that evening. Shocked doesn’t even begin to describe my reaction.

I’ve had two additional visions of the future. But the people involved are still alive. I’m sure they would not want any of this made public. Oh, and once when I was 16, I had an actual dream that showed a future event. But, I knew I was dreaming. It wasn’t a vision such as the others were.

How do I explain this? I don’t have a clue.