My wife is blessed (cursed?) with some mild psychic abilities that apparently were inherited from her maternal grandmother.
Back when we were first going out, she told me about how freaked she was when she first walked into my families' home. She swore she had been there before, that she was welcomed into the kitchen by my dad, who offered her a seat and some refreshment. Amazingly, she described the room to the T, and even the view outside the back window. I then came into the room and was lovingly introduced to her by my dad.
Obviously it was all a psychic dream, but what was really nuts, was that it occured BEFORE we met, and AFTER my dad had passed away. I still get weirded out a little when I think about it.
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