I have had this ability at least once. A precognitive dream 23 years ago (details follow below). I don’t have a good explanation, other than to assume that it must be possible to obtain information in some not-currently-understood way, albeit not a way that is not controllable or usable on demand (at least in my case). I went to high school in Antioch, CA, and graduated from Antioch High School in June 1986. Antioch’s nearest neighboring town is Pittsburg, CA, home of Pittsburg High School. As of June 1986, I had never gone to Pittsburg High, didn’t know anyone who went to Pittsburg High, and had only set foot on the campus of Pittsburg High once in my life (attending a football game in my junior year). In the weeks following graduation, still in June 1986, my then-girlfriend and I were housesitting for a friend. One night, I dreamed that I had auditioned for the play, The Crucible. In the dream, my girlfriend and I were leaving her father’s business office and driving to Pittsburg High School to see if I had been cast in the play. We were going to Pittsburg High because that’s where the cast list was going to be posted. When I awoke, I told my girlfriend about this strange dream. It was very lifelike, but it made no sense. I had been active in drama in high school, but all the other elements were out of place in typical dream fashion. After all, I had just graduated high school, and never attended Pittsburg High anyway, so why would I be doing a play there now? The Crucible was one of my favorite plays, but I didn’t know of anyone producing it at the time, Pittsburg High or otherwise. My girlfriend’s father’s office was in Pittsburg, but it’s not like either my girlfriend or I worked there. I probably only told my girlfriend about it because it was such a vivid dream. Time passed. I moved away from Antioch for a month or so, but moved back in September 1986. By then, my girlfriend was working for her father, and attending the local junior college (Los Medanos College, in Pittsburg). One day while escorting her to class, I saw a flyer on a bulletin board announcing auditions for the fall play. The play was The Crucible. (Of course, at this point, I wasn’t consciously thinking about the dream from months before.) I auditioned. As it turned out, the college’s theater was too small to house a full stage play, and it was being directed by Pittsburg High’s drama teacher, so naturally… it was being staged at Pittsburg High School. So there we were, several days after the auditions. I’m in the car with my girlfriend, and we’re leaving her father’s office (where she now worked) to go to Pittsburg High School to look at the cast list of The Crucible and see if I made the play! It was exactly like the dream!! And thing that separated this from your typical deja-vu is, I had a “witness.” My girlfriend had been with me when I had the dream, and I had told her about it right after I dreamed it. Then, months later, she was with me again when the events seen in the dream occurred, and she remembered my telling her about the scene months before. And all elements of the dream that made no sense at all in June 1986, turned out to make perfect sense in September 1986. So I didn’t just have some vague feeling that I’d seen some event in a dream. I knew I’d seen it in a dream, I remembered when the dream had been, I had told someone else about the dream at the time that I’d had it, that person remembered me telling her about the dream, and that person was also with me when the events of the dream took place in real life. Just to make sure I hadn’t subliminally seen an early flyer for The Crucible months before, I checked with the drama dept. At the time of my dream in June, no flyers had been made, the play had not been chosen, the director had not been chosen, and the venue had not been chosen. So there’s no way I could have just seen this somewhere and worked it into a dream. So while I don’t gullibly believe in everything that anyone claims is psychic phenomena, I do know that in some cases it is possible in some unexplained way. Because the details of my dream were so specific and so seemingly-unlikely, yet came true anyway, “random chance” is a nearly-impossible explanation, in my opinion… more impossible than some as-yet-unexplained mechanism for seeing future events.