Okay, well, I started this thread, so the least I can do is briefly say why. Many years ago, I went through a series of manic episodes all sort of back to back to back over a few months. Maybe, like, 9 months or so. 3 or 4 months before this began, when I was still apparently healthy at least seemingly so, I walked downstairs one night at like, 3 in the morning to get a drink. Got a Coke or something and sat at the counter. House was quiet, everyone in bed, asleep, but me. I looked up to my right and there, suspended in space over the floor at maybe six feet of height or so slowly faded into view what appeared to be a completely holographic flat-screen display of some sort. Maybe five feet across by three feet high. It was a bit fuzzy at first, sort of like TVs used to be back when we had broadcast TV and you couldn't quite get the channel fully dialed in. Fuzzy.

That was weird, I thought. I shook my head out like a puppy dog. Looked again. It was still there. After a moment, a picture came into view. It was my wife. Somehow, a wave came over me at the same time. There were no words with this image, nothing audible, but there somehow was still other information being delivered to me. Downoaded, maybe, is a good way to say it. It just washed over my consciousness. And it wasn't good.

The information was clear. It was unequivocal. I would be getting divorced. Not maybe, not perhaps, not, there's chance of it. No, it was a complete and utter certainty. It was already done. It had already happened, according to the information provided me. 100% done. Finished.

To say I was alarmed is putting it mildly. I was shocked, because at that time, the marriage, though not perfect, was not in any danger I was aware of. It was fine. There was certainy no imminent separation, that was for sure. Not headed for divorce at that time, certainly.

I ws completely blown away. I now knew I was going to be getting divorced, evidently. 6 months later and she was moving out and taking my beloved son with her. Done. Just like I was told would happen.

I have had a whole series of these. They were mostly extremely traumatic, as they mostly portended incredibly trying and difficult challenges, all extremely accurately. Going away to the hospital for a long time, for example. I knew that was going to happen and exactly how five years before it occurred. To the letter. On and on.

One thing I did learn about these after awhile is, there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the outcome outlined in the vision from ultimately happening. Nothing. No matter how hard you try to prevent it, it will happen. It is already done. These are not maybe things.

Interestingly, somewhere in the middle of all these awful visions, one additional piece of information was delivered to me about the whole thing: I would somehow get through it all. I would make it. And I would be all right. The exact message was: It will be okay. Some way. It was hard to believe that part, given how scary and hard these were to see, but I did manage to get through it. So far, anyway.

Anyhow, I have always wondered if this was just a bipolar thing or what. I have obviously had a lot of psychosis over the years and I do get that. But psychotic people generally cannot predict the future with a high degree of accuracy, as I have been able to for whatever reason. Very strange.

So, I was kind of hoping someone else would have been through this as well. MD's "hunches" are really fairly similar, probably, in some ways. But I guess maybe we are the only ones.

Sure hope I don't have any more of these.