Supernatural Experiences Indicative of Disastrous Events (Long Post)

Disclaimer:
I want you all to please read my stories with an open mind and please understand that I'm just sharing these experiences because I want you share yours with mine. Also, so we could possibly even interpret them within a religious or spiritual context. I believe my supernatural experiences may be indicative of future events.

I want you all to closely read Experience 1&3 as they are very deeply relative to one another and depict the same situation in the same metropolitan area.
Thank you.
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Hi guys,

I'd first like to introduce myself. I'm a student that has been lurking among these forums for maybe three months now. My parents are Sikh. I considered myself a Sikh until I went through many different religious phases. But, I now consider myself like anybody else: a child of god.
I'm a born-and-raised New Yorker and familiar with most of metro-New York.

I normally would not be so upfront about my religious affiliation and background, but I feel it's necessary in order for me to interpret my own dreams and situation correctly...

Background:
My father turned his life toward god after a near-death experience. He follows this man who has "met god" (and I truly believe he has after years of refusal) in India. This man does not promote himself nor claim he is the voice of God or any of that kind of hoopla. He simply teaches many, many people a practical interpretation of Sikhism that entails humility, purity and meditation. Meditation being one of the most important, if not, THE most important aspect.

The meditation involves chanting, focusing on your pineal gland and four other "Chakras" (instead of 7 in Hinduism) simultaneously to help you enlighten yourself and 'see the light'. My father has told me of many supernatural experiences he himself has experienced through meditation: hearing sounds in his mind while meditating in unison with other people, seeing spirits and even having out of body experiences. His life goal is to "meet god". Meaning: be enlightened, leave earthly pleasures and have his soul return to god and stop the cycle of reincarnation.

I was very skeptical of any of this until I had a near death experience 1.5 years ago, a friend's suicide and recent supernatural encounters. I've only now realized just how blessed I am to have grown up seeing and hearing these stories and being around a family that prays and meditates.

Experience 1:
I set my alarm clock for 6:45am in the morning, but I then decide to deactivate my clock as I felt I could wake up at 7am instead.
I have a dream where I am at a seaport and looking across the water at a small, metropolitan city. I then see a large (almost nuclear) explosion and then a white flash encompass my view and hit me. I feel the impact and I wake up absolutely shook and scared for my life as it felt like it actually happened.
I look at my cell phone- and it is 6:45am. I'm dumbfounded.

A:
I go about the day feeling scared because I recently began reading GLP (lol) and all you doomers really make me feel paranoid but also because I have a gut feeling something is going to go wrong. I go about my day until I reach home late at night (I commute daily) and I just keep feeling something odd is going to happen the next day. I tell my entire family that I love them and that I feel something weird is going to happen the next day. I also tell the dream to my sister, as I know I could relay this to her without sounding crazy.

The next day, I'm very careful and walking on eggshells all day. I have a late class, so I take my 'late-night' route to Penn Station. I enter from 34st entrance from Herald Square at the NJT/LIRR extrance and as I'm walking down the stairs I stall at Duane Reade for 30 seconds. I then walk down extra flight of steps to the LIRR mezzanine. As I'm 30 seconds away from my train's platform, I hear a boom and someone yells "BOMB" and a bunch of people come swarming in my direction. I run in front of the herd and out of Penn Station. I have no idea what's happening and I'm shook...

I call my father, and thankfully, he's at a fund raising event right underneath the Queensborough Bridge (which is only 20 minutes from Penn Station). I take a cab out to where he is and I tell him the entire story. He just tells me "stay calm and never be scared" and "remember god with every breath".

I find out later nothing serious happened. An air-tank exploded and some dumb ass just yelled "bomb!". Still, it was too much of a coincidence for met to let it go. It didn't come up any news stations since it wasn't serious.

B:
It was me and my ex-boyfriend's 1 year anniversary and we decided to celebrate it in Little Italy at Vincent's (all my Long Island and Italian folks know this is THE best Italian food haha) and meander about the Financial District. We walk to South Street Seaport, but as we get onto Pier 16... my jaw drops. The same exact view of Brooklyn from the Pier is EXACTLY the city I saw in my dream. Also, the entire time me and him we were on the pier, I was having deja-vu. I told him and he told me to remain calm, but I couldn't help but realize that the moment we were living in was the exact moment I saw the explosion in my dream.

I thought I was going to die any second as I saw the planes leaving JFK airport and flying right above Queens and Brooklyn... but nothing happened.

Experience 2:
My family decides to leave to Canada for Thanksgiving weekend. We go to Montreal first and I visit my cousin and his wife.
We visit the huge church called Saint Joseph's Oratory in downtown Montreal. Me and my sister are huge conspiracy buffs, and we were spooked the entire time. We are very avid learners of symbolism and we came to conclusion that the entire church of satanic and a place that has a long history of sacrifices. We felt nothing but negative energy the entire time, and we felt like we had blood on our hands leaving the place.
About six hours later after dinner, we head home. I browse the internet until 2am. I head to bed and at approximately 2:30am, I hear banging sounds coming from the kitchen. I try not to think anything of it. At around 2:45am, I hear either the fridge or oven door open and that's when I've had enough.
I'm scared there are intruders in the home so I tiptoe to the staircase where I have a view of the kitchen and dining room. I sit there and look through the staircase rail at the kitchen for maybe 3 minutes. I then look directly ahead of me at the dining table and I see a light-bluish figure that looked like an old man with hands folded sitting at the table. I believe he looked like a priest to me and I still stand by it, but my father has slightly convinced me that it may not have been.
I FREAK THE FUCK OUT and run up to the bed and try my best to meditate until I go to sleep. That night, I had one of the deepest trances while meditating. I still kept hearing the noises from the kitchen until I fell asleep.

The next day my family is driving out of Montreal. I tell my father what I saw. He basically describes how the ghost looked before I could even tell him. He based this simply off of asking me what color the ghost was. I'm dumbfounded. He told me that it was a blessing I could even see this type of ghost because not too many people can see them without a large amount of meditation. He said that I was able to see it because I had done a large amount of prayer in my past life. My mother just told me "god see's you drifting away and wants you to stay near."

I told my father the ghost looked like a priest, but he said it was not possible because they only wear light colored clothing. It may be possible that the reflection of the chair behind the ghost made me think he was wearing a black shirt. But I'm still unsure because I wasn't wearing glasses. But I know, for a fact, what I saw that day. And my life has changed since.

Experience 3:
My sister tells me that she met a woman at Starbucks that she randomly ended up having a conversation with. My sister is pre-med and the woman overheard her talking with her friends so she thought she would stop and ask her a question when she re-entered Starbucks after forgetting to throw her coffee cup away.
The woman starts telling my sister that she has a cyst on her pineal gland and is receiving shockwave therapy for it. She is surprised my sister even knows what the pineal gland is. They somehow get into a conversation about conspiracies, meditation and visions.
The woman tells my sister that she has visions and each one she saw has come true (9/11 being one of them). One of which she told my sister was about a very graphic. It involved Manhattan and three bridges blowing up.
This shocked my sister because it connected with my vision.
My sister isn't as familiar with Manhattan, so when she tells me- my jaw drops and I nearly begin crying. This is because at Pier 16 at South Street Seaport, you can see THREE bridges to your left coming from Queens and Brooklyn into Manhattan. I tell her and she nearly begins to cry.

I feel this woman completed my first vision.
My sister gave her contact to this woman, but never heard back from her again. My sister said she felt such a deep connection with this woman, like she had known her her entire life.
I learned some other valuable lessons from this woman through my sister... but I can't help but think it was fate that conversation happened and that me, my sister and that woman all share a deep conciousness.

Conclusion:

I've been having a few other visions. One of which I don't want to say because I feel it shows my death. It's weird, but I think I experience other people's deaths in my visions because I have quite a few that wake me up right before my alarm clock and haunt me. I also have weird feelings before I wake up that always let me know whether it's going to be a good or bad day.
I once had a man stalk me all the way from my train station (this is three train transfers) and to my school. That morning I sensed severe danger and didn't want to wake up. I knew something weird was going to happen.

I know I'm a paranoid person, but things like this happen waayyy too often to me so it has to be more than a coincidence. Maybe I'm more in-tune with my "sixth sense", whatever that is, or I'm blessed with something that feels like a curse.

If any of you have similar experiences or dreams that relate to mine, please share. I would like to hear feedback. Thank you for reading.