The event was the revelation to me, like on a large invisible TV screen or as a hologram, of being told of a friend's death. I saw the vision on a Thursday afternoon and then experienced for real just under 48 hours later a replay, complete with a strangely expressionless facial expression. At the time of the vision appearing to me the friend was in hospital a matter of a few hours from death (comatose, I believe). I could not know that we would go to another house when there was no sign of my friend at her house. The only difference between vision and reality in all the detail was "X is dead" (vision) and "X died yesterday morning" (reality) being how I was told - by a niece who almost looked as if hypnotised as she said it on opening the door to see us on her doorstep, then "snapping out of it" and embracing me. She also had no idea we were coming and no doubt was quite surprised to see us.
I have since told of it several times, but not often and, to me it is surprising that nobody has doubted my word (but it has been a carefully selected "audience"). My friend X didn't know I was in her country and certainly not that I was planning to visit (with my wife). I didn't announce the visit because she always became so excited at the prospect of seeing me and I didn't want a repeat of causing concern when on the last visit we were delayed in arriving. As the vision appeared I was tracing in my mind the route from where we were to her house. She was a particularly warm but also a level headed personality. Many years before she had told me she would not accept life extending medical intervention.
On the "replay" the first thing I thought of was how there are things we just have no explanation for. I certainly hoped I was not able to see the future. Those who heard the story and know me have smiled knowingly and said things like, "Ah, you have finer senses". Scots call this sort of thing being "Fay" (spelling ?). I have a long history of "sensing" impending things, back then being able to guess/tell whether it was good or bad in nature but rarely exactly what it was. My wife and I have talked about it as "having a feeling", we simply accepted it and made a mental note. She often spotted the signs in my behaviour and would ask me if I was having one. Picture the anticipation :) This sensitivity has faded in the past 10-15 years and is much rarer now.