Well I saw this and thought it was interesting. Many years ago at school, I had a dream of being in a very large house with a balcony overlooking a street which was ancient. I was wearing some sort of white robe. End of dream. In 1989 I went to Italy and visited Pompeii. Some buildings you can go into and I ventured into one and the view immediatley recognised it as that in the dream from somewhere in the 1960's that I had.
Next was a situation from my career in psychiatric nursing, where I was looking after an old blind chap. He had been a regular at a pub near to my old school ( The Cheshire Cheese for Erics info). His favourite drink was Bulls Eye Brown Ale. I got permission from the charge nurse to get him some ( My money) "Cup of tea here Tom", I said. " It's not tea, it's Bulls Eye Brown" he replied. That night I went home and was on one of those back at 7.00 am shifts. In the night I woke up at 1.00 am to see Tom standing at the bottom of my bed. I checked my watch so that was how I new the time. The following morning I went back on the ward and Tom's bed was empty. He had died at 1.00 am.
In the mid 70's my father was very ill in intensive care and he had been moaning to my mum a few days earlier that he hated a new pair of yellow/gold coloured pyjamas she had bought him. Once again I woke up and my dad was looking at me from the bottom of the bed wearing those pyjamas. At 7.30 am the hospital rang to say he was dying and to get there as quick as we could. We arrived and the pyjamas were still clean in the locker as in ITU it was unusual to wear your own clothing. I told my sister to get them out of the hospital. Around 2 hours later he was getting better with his breathing and his observations (BP,pulse, temp) were returning to normal limits. He lived another 6 years after that.
Once again a asleep, I woke suddenly to see an old woman in the room. I shouted at her and there was no reply. This lasted about 5 secs or so and my wife woke up asking me what was the matter. I could still see that figure for a few more seconds. Then it faded away. The next day nothing unusual. The day after we had a phone call from Sunderland to say my grandfathers sister had died two days earlier.
The last one was when I was on nights at the local hospital and I was chatting to a nurse in the office when we heard footsteps. We thought it was the night sister. So we stood up to see a female figure approach the office and then just disappear from the bottom upwards. That day my next door neighbour had been admitted to another ward and the 3rd nurse on duty with us had gone to another ward for her break. When she returned she informed me that my neighbour had died on the ward while she was there about 10 mins earlier.
All that happened as real to me but has not happened again since 1990