My Mom died when I was 8 back in the 50's. She was on 6 months of bedrest for heart problems out in Montana, so she had her sister and mother take care of the 5 of us kids so Dad could keep working. So we were here in Mn when she died. I woke up screaming "she's dead, she's dead"-- we received the call from my Dad the next morning that she had died during the night.
I've had several incidents throughout my life when weird things have happened to me like that- when the Uncle who raised me had a heart attack and I was in nursing school
; I HAD to call home and see what was wrong with him (even though I couldn't afford a long distance call and didn't know about him having the heart attack just an hour before). I've also called home and asked what's wrong with So-and-so when family members were trying to hide an illness from me or something similar. My brain just kind of fixates on the person who is ill and I have to follow these thoughts when this happens.
Work related creepy things have happenend not just to me, but to many of us in a couple of rooms at work. We have to lock our unoccupeid rooms (since JACHO's last visit), and in this one room the monitor keeps turning itself on and sounding the monitor alarm for asystole. So we have to dig out the key and go in there and turn off the alarm. Sometimes that may happen 5-6 times/ night; sometimes not at all. Then there is a room down on the other end of the unit that if the whole end is empty, that one room just feels creepy- your neck hair stands on end until you're back with the other staff members. There are quite a number of nurses who have said this to me and others. You want to laugh it off, but there are too many people who have the same feeling about that particular room when the area is empty. It never bothers us when there are others around, though.