Premonition
26 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
in My Life Tags: deer, life, premonition, psychic
I think I may have some slight psychic abilities. I’m not talking about the ability to find missing children or pick winning lottery numbers, just a weird ability to feel something about a future event. I really first became aware of it in tabletop games (Dungeons and Dragons, and the like,) where I would get a certain feeling about a number before I rolled the dice. This happened more than just a few random times, but I’d usually keep my forebodings to myself. I’d “feel” a 13, say, (which is rather odd to be able to sense a number, especially since I’m terrible with math,) and think, “I can succeed with a 13, I think I’ll do this.” So then I’d announce my crazy, usually risky idea, roll a 13 on the die, and succeed, much to the amusement of my companions.
This really freaked some friends out during a game of Hong Kong Action Theater! when I wanted to do something but had a terrible feeling about it. I was thinking “2″ in my head and knew that roll wouldn’t be good enough to succeed, so I, jokingly, announced, “Watch, I’ll roll a 2.” Sure enough, I let the polyhedron fall, and astoundingly it landed on a 2. I threw my hands up in that classic “It’s gooooood!” pose. I mean, sure, I failed what I was attempting to do, but I still felt like I won, having guessed the number I rolled. But it didn’t end there. Another friend was about to roll for his turn, and I got a feeling of “7.” Feeling pretty empowered by my earlier success, I shouted out, “Seven!” To everyone’s enjoyment, and to my friend’s dismay, he rolled a 7. I believe someone at the table then told me that I wasn’t allowed to predict numbers anymore.
More recently, I had a strange feeling that I was going to see deer while driving my car. It started yesterday, on Saturday, as I was driving to my parents’ place. I just kept thinking “deer” as I drove, and I kept looking, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. I didn’t think much of it at the time; I mean, come on, I live in suburban Illinois. Stick around here long enough and you’re going to see a deer at some point. Back to my story, I didn’t get the feeling when riding in anyone else’s car, and I thought it was just some subconscious wish. I like deer; they’re pretty to look at.
I only started thinking “deer” again as I was driving home. It was dark on the way back, so seeing a deer would not be uncommon, but what was freaky was how I saw the deer. It was ahead of my headlights, such that I couldn’t get a good glimpse of what it was. Really all I saw was a floating, roughly oval-shaped patch of air that was darker than the other surroundings and slowly moving from the oncoming lane into my line. Immediately the feeling came back to me, saying, “Deer.” I pressed the break and slowed down. Sure enough, ambling across the street in no particular hurry, was a male white-tailed deer with two, maybe three points on each velvet-covered antler. He just walked right into my lane and stopped. I flashed my brights at him a few times, even as I was still slowing down, though he didn’t seem to be very intimidated by them at all. After a couple of seconds of me sitting there, he seemed to realize that he shouldn’t be on the road, and hurried off. He was very pretty, but I’m also very glad I saw him and stopped when I did. I have no idea if I would have recognized or even seen him before I was right on top of him, and by then who knows how either of us would have responded. I’m very happy I already had deer on the mind long before I met Mr. Velvet.
