Did anyone get any premonitions or dreams before April 21st, 2016?

I'm asking because back then I was an emailing a friend and would share certain dreams with him. I was looking through some of the old dreams recently from back in 2015 and on October 12, 2015, I told him about a dream in which it was announced that Prince died "and the whole world was mourning him" but it turned out he faked his death. He said there were things he needed to do, but couldn't do them in the public eye and this was the only way.

Then on December 9, 2015, I emailed him about another dream in which we needed to protect Prince, especially from those that would use him, because if we didn't, he would be murdered. In my dream, my friend and I were trying to desperately protect him, we were desperately trying to keep him hidden, but Prince was stubborn and would not be protected, didn't want to be protected, and would do what he wanted to do. It was like fighting a battle all night, trying to protect him, keep him safe, and him going off and doing what Prince wanted to do, and all I could think was that he was going to be murdered if we didn't do something to stop it.

It freaked me out when I read the dreams. I hadn't remembered them. I remembered my friend and I talking on 4/17/16 in IM and I told him that Prince was thinking about giving up this mortal coil. Don't know why I said it, but I did. After the 21st, when he and I talked, I told him, "I take it back!" And he told me I couldn't take it back, and even if I could, it wouldn't change anything.

I've had what I call "feelings" when I was younger, but it was usually related to family members or some such. But, it's just coincidence isn't it? It's just so weird to read what I wrote him months before anything happened, and realizing that Prince really is gone, it did come to pass. And I'm thinking I can't be the only one that got some kind of feeling about it, had some kind of dreams about it, maybe?

djThunderfunk said:

LOL - that's why I debated starting this topic, because it sounds nuts! But I also have the proof of the emails. Sooo.....

so I can see what's happening

Meh, then nevermind...

benni said:

Meh, then nevermind...

Nooooooooooo. Don't desert your post benni. I don't have anything to add but I am curious if anyone else does.

I don't see anything wrong with what you posted. None of it comes off as "out there".

I didn't get any premonitions or dreams prior to Prince's death but there were a few threads where the subject of Prince's eventual death came up, that kinda had me thinking about some things(which i posted on here). If my memory is half way correct, one of those threads was basically about how would we feel if Prince died. And i don't remember the other one. I do remember though, commenting about the Face Down video. About the part where Prince's likeness is in the coffin. That image always gave me bad vibes.

I think those threads/comments were made around a year and a half to two years before Prince died. But could have been a little longer.

Anyway, that's all i have.

there were two posters here who had premonitions, both both, five years before Prince died. I can't find the one thread, i've looked high and low but I remember it because we all jumped on that person. the other poster, mentioned it post death, and i pm'ed her about it and she couldn't explain it, she said she was at a concert and having a good time when the chilling feeling came over her that "he is going to be dead in five years" and she couldn't understand why she would feel that. as for me, i won't go so far as to call it a premonition but on the eve of the 21st i just felt crazy I've only felt that kind of way a few times in my life.

benni said:

Did anyone get any premonitions or dreams before April 21st, 2016?

I'm asking because back then I was an emailing a friend and would share certain dreams with him. I was looking through some of the old dreams recently from back in 2015 and on October 12, 2015, I told him about a dream in which it was announced that Prince died "and the whole world was mourning him" but it turned out he faked his death. He said there were things he needed to do, but couldn't do them in the public eye and this was the only way.

Then on December 9, 2015, I emailed him about another dream in which we needed to protect Prince, especially from those that would use him, because if we didn't, he would be murdered. In my dream, my friend and I were trying to desperately protect him, we were desperately trying to keep him hidden, but Prince was stubborn and would not be protected, didn't want to be protected, and would do what he wanted to do. It was like fighting a battle all night, trying to protect him, keep him safe, and him going off and doing what Prince wanted to do, and all I could think was that he was going to be murdered if we didn't do something to stop it.

It freaked me out when I read the dreams. I hadn't remembered them. I remembered my friend and I talking on 4/17/16 in IM and I told him that Prince was thinking about giving up this mortal coil. Don't know why I said it, but I did. After the 21st, when he and I talked, I told him, "I take it back!" And he told me I couldn't take it back, and even if I could, it wouldn't change anything.

I've had what I call "feelings" when I was younger, but it was usually related to family members or some such. But, it's just coincidence isn't it? It's just so weird to read what I wrote him months before anything happened, and realizing that Prince really is gone, it did come to pass. And I'm thinking I can't be the only one that got some kind of feeling about it, had some kind of dreams about it, maybe?

Nothing wrong with what the OP posted. While I didn't have any type of 'official' premonition or dreams I did feel out-of-sorts with an underlying sense that something more was going to happen after the airplane incident. I just felt that there was more bad news on the horizon and I never, ever felt that before in relation to Prince. Instinct? I don't know. All I knew was that I didn't think that he was long for this world. I just never thought it would happen so quickly after the airplane scare.

kingricefan said:

had a dream a week before that he wrote a song about a doctor

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[Edited 1/20/18 13:10pm]

STOP SMOKIN' THAT SHIT !!!

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(REALLY?)

I didn't have any premonitions prior to Prince's death, but I did have several dreams about him after he passed.

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Your dreams prior to his passing were probably due to your concern about his well-being.

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I also wanted to add, there have been numerous people who predicted Prince's death a couple of years before he passed.

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This one, I found very interesting.....This guy dreamed that Prince was murdered.

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https://briansprediction....play_media

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[Edited 1/20/18 13:35pm]

benni said:

Meh, then nevermind...

no bennie, don't let others fake you out. there are a lot of people here who are not interested in exploring new ideas by at least keeping an open mind. don't let them get you down.

some say that we are all connected to the energy that runs through all life force, 8 hertz to be specific. this frequency is called the Schumann resonance, and it occurs naturally throughout the planet and life forms on the planet. i'm taking the easy route here instead of linking to quantum physics articles, which are properly cited and referenced here: https://en.wikipedia.org/...esonances.

the last time i saw Prince at Paisley Park was in autmumn of 2015. while waiting in the parking lot i had the most utterly bleak feeling of sadness. i could not shake it, even though it was far from my normal feeling of happy anticipation prior to such an event. in the past, whenever i've experienced feelings like that they turned out to be spot on. i trust my intuitive perceptions.

i didn't know it then, but it would be the last time i ever saw Prince. i was diagnosed with my own medical illness in the following few months which took me out of action for a while and prevented me from attending the solo piano concerts in january and thereafter.

It's a long story, so I will just give the gist. Exactly one week before that day, I was talking to a young man in his mid twenties. Our conversation turned to Prince. He said that growing up he and his friends wanted to be Prince so that they could get girls. As he was speaking, in my head I distinctly heard, "Prince is going to die." I brushed it off and never gave it another thought. Now prior to this, on a whim I had my numerology chart done. And part of it was a break down of each day. But they were just words, such as, "stay calm" or "a friend will need you," etc.

Well a week later I was at my first day of work and my phone indicated that I had a missed call. I had it on vibrate because I was in a classroom. I looked at my phone and saw that it was my sister-in-law, and she never calls me, we have a great relationship but I am not much of a phone person. She didn't leave a message So, I was worried that someone in our family was either really sick or died. I went out into the hall and called my wife, she didn't answer, so I became REALLY worried.

I called my sister-in-law, and the first things she says is, "are you okay?" I said that I was, then asked what was going on. She said, "Prince died, and I was checking on you." I instantly said, "I knew it," over and over again through tears. I had to leave my new job on the first day because I could not keep it together. I didn't say why I was upset, but, anyone could see it etched on my face. I was told to go home and come back on Monday.

I was fine until I got home, because it did not seem real. That is until I turned on CNN and MSNBC, etc.

A few days later I checked my chart because I was curious about what it said for that day-I did have time to read it everyday-and it said "profound loss." I couldn't believe it. Just writing this has taken me back to that day and I am reliving it over again. Damn.

The day before he died I almost created a post titled," What if Prince died?". I decided against it because I felt it would have been in bad taste to do so. But with everything that had happened prior to his passing, I just felt like he was going to leave us. Things like the writing of his bio, P&M tour, Vanety's passing and his jet airplane episode along with some news that had surfaced regarding his health, I just knew that we were at the end with Prince. I even told three people on April 20th that I thought Prince was going to die. The next day was mind blowing to say the least. This post is the truth, no lie.

Given your dreams turn out to be true,
could you please dream about Trump having an aneurysmal rupture?
Thank you.

I remember coming back from a professional meeting, around 5 pm, and putting my headphones on. I was excited!
I was going to listen for the very fist time to my freshly downloaded 1985 Miami Soundcheck, which everyone here was praising.

As "Controversy / Mutiny" was unfolding, I remember wearing a big, wide, tender smile.
"A little boxier". The sound was so good, the performance so great,
that I was thanking God for Prince, once again : even after all these years,
even after having listened to every song, even when you thought there wasn't much left to discover,
the magic couldn't be stopped from pouring.
Surprise, surprise. Another treat, another trick.

I remember thinking: this sounds too good.
It has to be him in person leaking this shit. This is precious,
this has traveled through time, this has been kept hidden this long for a reason.
Moline felt like a hundred thousand million days away.

I remember thinking: this is incredible, it feels like a lifetime I've known the man,
and he still astonishes me, he can still make me feel like I'm fourteen again.
I have this profound belief that when you truly listen to music, when you feel it deep inside,
and give it total focus, when you open your heart and let it all in, it does something to your body cells.

Remember how Prince seemed not to age? Maybe I have just good genes and fool myself,
but I'm persuaded music, and SKipper's in particular, can be a source of life. It's a yoga of some sort.
I know it sounds bonkers. Like the face lift two hours of good, heartfelt sex can give you.
You look in the mirror and you go: wow, where I have seen this face before?

I was thinking: this is a gift. Even if it's probably leaking from a fan and not from him, this is a meaningful present.
The newborn Prince, the kid with the afro, the primadonna finally turning back into a guy I was waiting for for years,
humble, friendly, leaving the celebrity imbroglio behind, he just fit what I was hearing.
I was so happy he was finally slowing down and stripping himself from the bullshit. P&M. Naked. Sharing.
A casual, filmed performance in a bar. Candid TV appearances.
No need to remind anyone of how much you've been blessed with.
We know. You had a Good Life. You hurt, but again we all do.

I was forgiving him for bragging all these years. No one could have helped it.
When magic pours out of you non-stop, of course you believe you're the one.

We always thought you were. And it's so damn hard to realize the world
does not give a shit about things you cannot touch, feelings you don't have to explain.
Everything has to be sold, or bargained.
It's gettin' harder every day, oyez oyez.

Oh yeah, you had all the rights to look at them, even at us, from a distance.
Your love for music made you work this much, not the other way around.
It's not perseverance. It's unstoppable, indestructible, caring faith.
We like to think a little trickled down upon ourselves.
I know I just have to press play to open the gates.

In the back of this public bus, with my headphones on, I was savoring every passing second,
and felt so privileged, yet so frustrated looking at the other folks coming back from work.
Thinking about how little music means to them: daily tapestry, phoney feelings,
the occasional party, dull romanticism, something, but nothing resembling the depth
Prince seemed able to give in infinite amounts, in every color:
humour, spirituality, dance, introspection, courage.

But after just two minutes through it, just when I was once again realizing my luck to know Prince,
just as the bridge asking if I believe in God was building up,
the music stopped: incoming call. And another. My Dad, my best pal.
Our families and close friends know how important Prince is to us.
They know we're about much more than regular fans of regular artists.
We have a bond which is pretty hard to explain.

I went to my habitual pub, and blasted Prince until late in the evening.
I was mostly sighing and sad smiling. I was, or at least I thought, bravely accepting it,
a bit surprised, even disappointed at myself to be such a grown-up man about it.

And then, three days later, headphones on, listening to yet another song I know by heart
up to the least detail, it suddenly sounded like the very first time,
and the rain came down. It hit hard. For hours.

I've often dreamt of Prince. I know he's there.
I ain't afraid of shit, except of not being as good as I can be. I know, no child is a failure.
But we cannot all receive a million bucks allowance for our nineteenth birthday, can we?

Damn, Christopher.
Sometimes your memory is just too demanding.

It's late, and I'm running out of things to say.
it's just been a manic monday, and I gotta job to do.

I try to make love with only words.
Sweet dreams.

[Edited 1/22/18 19:03pm]

bonatoc said:

Given your dreams turn out to be true,
could you please dream about Trump having an aneurysmal rupture?
Thank you.

I remember coming back from a professional meeting, around 5 pm, and putting my headphones on. I was excited!
I was going to listen for the very fist time to my freshly downloaded 1985 Miami Soundcheck, which everyone here was praising.

As "Controversy / Mutiny" was unfolding, I remember wearing a big, wide, tender smile.
"A little boxier". The sound was so good, the performance so great,
that I was thanking God for Prince, once again : even after all these years,
even after having listened to every song, even when you thought there wasn't much left to discover,
the magic couldn't be stopped from pouring.
Surprise, surprise. Another treat, another trick.

I remember thinking: this sounds too good.
It has to be him in person leaking this shit. This is precious,
this has traveled through time, this has been kept hidden this long for a reason.
Moline felt like a hundred thousand million days away.

I remember thinking: this is incredible, it feels like a lifetime I've known the man,
and he still astonishes me, he can still make me feel like I'm fourteen again.
I have this profound belief that when you truly listen to music, when you feel it deep inside,
and give it total focus, when you open your heart and let it all in, it does something to your body cells.

Remember how Prince seemed not to age? Maybe I have just good genes and fool myself,
but I'm persuaded music, and SKipper's in particular, can be a source of life. It's a yoga of some sort.
I know it sounds bonkers. Like the face lift two hours of good, heartfelt sex can give you.
You look in the mirror and you go: wow, where I have seen this face before?

I was thinking: this is a gift. Even if it's probably leaking from a fan and not from him, this is a meaningful present.
The newborn Prince, the kid with the afro, the primadonna finally turning back into a guy I was waiting for for years,
humble, friendly, leaving the celebrity imbroglio behind, he just fit what I was hearing.
I was so happy he was finally slowing down and stripping himself from the bullshit. P&M. Naked. Sharing.
A casual, filmed performance in a bar. Candid TV appearances.
No need to remind anyone of how much you've been blessed with.
We know. You had a Good Life. You hurt, but again we all do.

I was forgiving him for bragging all these years. No one could have helped it.
When magic pours out of you non-stop, of course you believe you're the one.

We always thought you were. And it's so damn hard to realize the world
does not give a shit about things you cannot touch, feelings you don't have to explain.
Everything has to be sold, or bargained.
It's gettin' harder every day, oyez oyez.

Oh yeah, you had all the rights to look at them, even at us, from a distance.
Your love for music made you work this much, not the other way around.
It's not perseverance. It's unstoppable, indestructible, caring faith.
We like to think a little trickled down upon ourselves.
I know I just have to press play to open the gates.

In the back of this public bus, with my headphones on, I was savoring every passing second,
and felt so privileged, yet so frustrated looking at the other folks coming back from work.
Thinking about how little music means to them: daily tapestry, phoney feelings,
the occasional party, dull romanticism, something, but nothing resembling the depth
Prince seemed able to give in infinite amounts, in every color:
humour, spirituality, dance, introspection, courage.

But after just two minutes through it, just when I was once again realizing my luck to know Prince,
just as the bridge asking if I believe in God was building up,
the music stopped: incoming call. And another. My Dad, my best pal.
Our families and close friends know how important Prince is to us.
They know we're about much more than regular fans of regular artists.
We have a bond which is pretty hard to explain.

I went to my habitual pub, and blasted Prince until late in the evening.
I was mostly sighing and sad smiling. I was, or at least I thought, bravely accepting it,
a bit surprised, even disappointed at myself to be such a grown-up man about it.

And then, three days later, headphones on, listening to yet another song I know by heart
up to the least detail, it suddenly sounded like the very first time,
and the rain came down. It hit hard. For hours.

I've often dreamt of Prince. I know he's there.
I ain't afraid of shit, except of not being as good as I can be. I know, no child is a failure.
But we cannot all receive a million bucks allowance for our nineteenth birthday, can we?

Damn, Christopher.
Sometimes your memory is just too demanding.

It's late, and I'm running out of things to say.
it's just been a manic monday, and I gotta job to do.

I try to make love with only words.
Sweet dreams.

[Edited 1/22/18 19:03pm]

too bad he's not alive to read this

yes:

Reply #17 posted 04/07/16 1:30pm

http://prince.org/msg/7/422992



The morning of April 7th, before I knew about the shows being canceled, I got a feeling of dread that he was really sick.

Lots of people predicted Prince's death......

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Buy a lottery ticket.

NouveauDance said:

Buy a lottery ticket.

Exactly.

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SHUT.

THIS.

DOWN.

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(what utter crap - but fun nevertheless)

This -

1. P&M Tour Sydney Opera House - I was close to the stage and he came up, I freaked out as he looked like death warmed up, I remember thinking the worst.

2. Had already bought a ticket for the second State Theatre Show, went back online and managed to get a VIP to the first show....was going to sell it as Id already spent enough going to Opera House shows aswell, decided to keep it as I said to myself 'who knows when hell be back'

3. On return from the gig I told a friend (not a fan) I had seen Prince live and he said "is he still alive"

4. Got a boot copy of the same gig as it was leaked pretty much soon after the tour, and had it playing in the car up until he died, which I dont normally leave the same CD for that long, about a month or so....

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