On the day when my son would break his arm, I woke up with this feeling I sometimes have. Nothing specific, just a sense of uh-oh, bad things about to happen. The last time was just after Hurricane Charley, when we thought we were done with storms for the year (and two, much worse storms hit us after.)
I usually don't tell people about this because it spooks them, but this time I did confide in someone about whom I was already worried, thinking it was about her. I got the call about Mike a few hours later.
Let me state up front that I'm not psychic. If I was, I think I'd have a lot more details than just vague feelings and no clue as to who/what/why/when/where. I think almost everyone gets these feelings, too, so it's nothing special.
Yesterday the opposite of the uh-oh feeling hit me around noon. I hardly ever get these, but they're the flip side, as in hold on, wonderful things about to happen. Sure enough, an hour later I received another phone call. I'm not at liberty to go into the details, but suffice to say that with that one phone call, I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas.
Now that the universal balance has been put to rights, I'd better go to work.