Premonitions

I always thought the notion of a premonition is something abstract that only animals can feel. I heard many countryside stories of horses running away, scattering to all four sides of the compass before an earthquake would happen. However, I never had a thought that people area able to have similar feelings and according to me all psychics were fakes. Until 06/07/2005 the night before the London tube bombings.

I was in Croatia at the time enjoying holidays with family and friends. It was 1 a.m. and an eerie feeling of coldness woke me up. I felt as if there was a mini-tornado whirling around me, making every tiny hair on my body stand up and giving me goosebumps. It was a sort of individual light tornado affecting only myself. A few seconds after I felt a strong pressure on my chest, not a suffocating feeling but rather the one of a heavy object laying on your chest and pressing you down. No cold sweat. Just a sinister silence. And then a flash thought appearing in my head. The thought: "Something serious will hit Central London tomorrow morning. Whatever it will be, quite a few people will die". Shivers. Second thought:"Gotta call my parents." I got up, sat down in a pitch black living room with the wireless in my hands turning it on and off. My first, llgical thought was not to call in order not to scare my parents into thinking they have a raving mad daughter. I thought they'd laugh it off and never believe me. But my second, in some way even more logical thought was: "I'm so sure. The feelings is too real not to be true. Albeit they hate the tube with a passion adn never go to Zone 1 during a workday, what if by chance they go tomorrow? It may make a difference whether they'd be alive.

I spent a good half an hour sitting there, switicing the wireless on and off, when I finally cincluded that I won't call not be thought of as mad and hyperblic nad that nothing will happen to them. I went back to bed but I coulnd't sleep that night. I kept tosssing and turning till aorund 6 a.m. when I fianlly fell asleep. Waking up at eight , I quiclky switched on HRT 1 (equivalent of BBC 1) and saw huge, red, bold letters staring at me:" Breaking News: London Underground exploded at 8:25 am today. Fifty dead. dozens injured." My heart skipped, not a bet but two, so I grabbed the phone and called home, nothing. My parents mobiles, nothing. A minite later mum was calling saying both her and dad are OK and that they aren't even near Zone 1. Ii felt a huge load off my chest and felt the luckiest teenager ever.

The same feeling paid a little visit in 2007 when I was on the Clapham train from Richmond. We stooped at Putney for longer than usual. I felt uneasy and when the mini-torndao came I was sure there was murder on the train. I jumped up pretending to be sick so the conductor would open the door. I took the bus home and the feeling didn't cease completely unitl I got into the flat. Six o'clcol news: Gang fight on sos and so train (my one) in coach 4 (I was in coach 5). One deceased.

When mum entered the house she told me that I look pale as if I had seen a ghost. Naturally, I said she was exagarating and that I am pale from the cold.

Someone told me the only people who have premontions of this sort are the ones who had near death or out of body experinces. I was confused. It amde sense but I had nevr had a near-daeth expereince or so, I THOUGHT.

I later found out that being a three monts premature baby, I had died for two minutes before the doctor managed to reanimate me and throw me into the incubator box. I was being born and dying at the same time.

Strange. But then, what else but strange things could be expected from someone whose alias is SIN BARRERAS? LOL