Malf,
Over 30 years ago, when I was in my frequent deliberately induced OBE phase, I had an OBE in which I deliberately "flew" from my apartment to the mall (the outdoor grassy center) of the University of Arizona campus. I was looking for something unusual that I could later physically travel to and verify. Instead, I heard a rumble in the sky that was growing louder by the second. I looked up and saw a commercial jet liner heading toward me, obviously crashing. I began to run. fly, get the hell out of there in a state of panic and confusion. At that point the OBE morphed into more of a visionary state. I saw a large number of people horribly killed and their spirits leaving their bodies. Then there was a voice over by my mother explaining the situation.
I came back to the physical body in a sweat and wild eyed. I immediately told my live in girlfriend that my mother was going to be killed in an airplane crash within the next couple of months and that the crash would happen on the way to Arizona. A few hours later I called my mother and implored her to not fly that summer. Most unfortunately, she did not listen to me. She thought I was a little crazy for getting carried away with a nightmare. The next two months were desperate for me. I told several friends about what I knew was going to happen. They all thought I was taking a "bad dream" too seriously. I knew it wasn't just a dream and kept saying as much. I was certain about what was going to happen.
Approximately two months later she was flying back to Arizona from a trip to the Detroit area and was killed in a major airline disaster (Northwest flight 255). BTW, I use a nom de internet. You can verify the crash, but won't see the name "Newhill" associated with it.
I put the odds of that prediction being accurate at, minimally, 1 in 20 million. Probably much greater. Some of the background data is muddied (e.g. small plane crashes being mixed in with large commercial plane crash, other countries with less safe air travel being mixed in). My mother didn't fly that much. Maybe one or two trips a year. So her hours in the air were fairly minimal. The fact that I detailed specifically that it would be a flight to Arizona also makes the odds much greater.
The key. to my mind, is that I was certain. This wasn't a guess.
There is another weird element to this case. My mother actually had a ticket to fly out of Detroit on Saturday Aug, 15. On a last minute whim she extended her trip by one day to fly out on Sunday Aug 16 (on the fatal flight).