Since the topic of haunted houses came up, I thought I'd share a true personal experience that -- while not ghost-related -- is considered paranormal by many.  This amazing story comes in two amazing parts.

In Part 1, I had a long and vivid dream in which I was riding as a passenger in a car on a freeway.  As we emerged from under an overpass, I looked skyward up and toward the left, and witnessed a small private airplane crash mid-air into a red and silver commercial airliner.  The airliner crashed behind a horizon of trees in a residential district.

Upon arriving home from work in Los Angeles that next day, I turned on the news to see lengthy coverage of an air disaster.  An Aeromexico airliner had crashed in a residential area.  An animated video illustrated a private plane colliding mid-air with the airliner, in the exact same manner and direction that I envisioned in the dream.

I had dreamed, the night before, what would become known as the Cerritos Air Crash.

That story is chilling enough.  But wait -- Part 2 makes this look pale and ordinary by comparison.

A few years later, a coworker with whom I'd regularly "do lunch" as they say in L.A., needed money, so we went to his bank in Whittier.  On the return trip, my scalp prickled as we emerged from under an overpass.  I started looking around with some wonderment.  I had never been on the 605 freeway in my entire life, but somehow the scenery looked incredibly familiar.

I didn't say anything at the moment.  But after we returned to the office, I asked my coworker reservedly, "Brian, remember when we were heading back on the 605?  Was that anywhere near where the plane went down in Cerritos?"

He drew me a pencil map of the area, indicating where we were and where the plane went down.  The plane went down in the direction that I had witnessed from the passenger seat of the car that I was riding in in my dream.

Our ride back to the office passed over the exact spot where my experience in the dream took place.  I had been to, and recognized, a place that I had visited before only in a dream.

It's chilling enough to recognize a place that you've never seen, other than in a dream. But what this does is substantiate the authenticity of the original precognition.

Not only did my dream foretell a real tragedy that next day, but this proves that my dream vision had taken place at a location that actually exists -- a particular overpass on a particular Los Angeles freeway, in the exact location it would have to be to provide the perspective I had in my dream.