In April, 2005, I was sitting next to a close friend who was visiting from out of town, and I looked over and saw death on him. I don't really know how to explain the experience other than to say I had a very strong impression that he would die soon. I thought, "My God, he's only 26! Wait--he's 25 now--why did I just think 26?"
I rationalized it away, and went home and wrote in my journal: Every time I see X, I feel like I'm never going to see him again. And I never did. He died in January of this year, at age 26.
I've had a number of psychic experiences, but that was one of the most dramatic, and it's definitely been the most difficult to process after the fact. I feel lucky to have these kinds of experiences at all, though, so I really can't complain.