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Yep. Know exactly what you mean.  I've written about it before in here and said I often stay up all night because it (and computers, strangely enough) keeps me free of the paranormal.  Although, what we term 'the paranormal' is normal really, at least for some

I woke up exhausted one day, staggered down to tell the family I'd had a 'horrible dream' about my father.  In the 'dream', I was a helpless observer, watching him writhing and screaming on what looked like the ground. He was pulling/trying to pull his leg up to his chest and in agony.  I can still see his face as that happened.  He looked to be in a ditch of some kind.  In the 'dream', people were laughing and socialising on verandahs that overlooked where my father lay.  It was a very hot night in the 'dream', so lots of people around, trying to get cool outdoors.  I was at wit's end, trying to find a way of alerting them to the fact my father needed help, but all I could do was watch

Pushed it out of mind but a few days after the 'dream' my father phoned to say 'I nearly died'.  I asked what was wrong and he told me it had been too hot to sleep, so he'd set himself up in an armchair with two fans playing on him.  When he went to get up, he'd fallen over (drink, old age, heart ops which had failed, etc.) and had somehow become wedged between furniture.  Just couldn't get up.  And the fans were directly on him, he said and now he was freezing

He said he'd called out until he was hoarse. He could hear people/neighbours all around but they mustn't have been able to hear him.  Then the cold air from the fans and his trapped position gave him terrible leg cramps which he said were agony

He said he passed-out several times.  Next thing, he came-to in hospital.  Said he'd been told he was lucky he wasn't dead.  Apparently, a friend had called around early next day as arranged. Knocked and knocked -- no answer.  Friend went away after making enquiries, but went back.  Broke in. Found father out to it and in bad shape. Rang ambulance. Saw most of it in my dream. Told father that. He went quiet

should add that my father lived on the Gold Coast and I in Sydney.  And we weren't close

I was called a witch when I was younger for 'knowing things' before they happened.  Two flatmates got a locksmith in to put locks on their doors.  I wondered why they hadn't told me because I would have had one put on mine too, thinking we must have had a security scare they'd kept from me.  Later, when we'd all parted ways, they laughed and told me the locks had been to protect them from me, not burglars.  When I asked why, they said it was because of my knowing things in advance.  Used to get my feelings hurt a lot back then.  These days I mostly hold things back.  Sick of people doing rollie eyes at each other and letting me know they're doing it.  People do the same online. They think you're lying.  Guess if they haven't experienced it, it's natural for them to feel that way.  Or people scoff and ask why you haven't picked the lotto numbers, etc.  They don't understand that you don't get to pick and choose, re precognition

I've seen some shocking things that haunt.  Like a place in the GC hinterlands where a girl was being held in an old house. I was so concerned about that one that I drove out looking for it, ended up on a goat track, middle of nowhere. Scared myself