The most classic stereotypical experience of premonition I have ever had was when I was in my teens driving late at night. It was a dangerous windy road that I was approaching, after a straight road of 60 miles per hour. As I was driving, I had this flash and I saw this image of someone walking into the road in grey. I was mainly bemused by this experience, but just in case, I started to slow down. To my - almost horror - someone walked into the road at the bend signalling for me to stop. They had just had a serious accident at the top of the hill, and had just climbed up to find help. It seemed he had injuries internally and that he was lucky to be alive. The rest of the night consisted of me calling an ambulance and making sure that we were as safe as possible as it was a pretty dangerous road to stop on. As we hung out and waited for the ambulance and started to talk, the man's sister was called Nadia as well, and we all laughed at the fact that it meant 'hope'.
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