I've always been receptive to spirits since as long as I can remember. I also sometimes dream of them and dream of things that have happened or are going to happen, but in no way do I consider myself "psychic". Here is one experience that might creep you out, and I'm curious about other people's conclusions...
When I was five years old my dad took my two brothers and me on a road trip shortly after he and my mom divorced. We'd often drive for long hours without stopping, touring sites, until we grew tired and stopped to camp. Since my dad wasn't exactly the richest man in the word at the time, he'd find places for us to camp where there were no camping fees. Sometimes we'd have to forego public camping sites altogether and drive down lonely dirt roads secluded from the highway. This was one such occasion. Near the base of the Beartooth Mountains, he drove his truck many miles down a dirt road, passing a ranch holding roaming buffalo within. Finally he found the spot where he wanted to place us for the night, nestled within the pine trees. We set up camp, roasted hot dogs, and finally went to bed.
I was walking through the forest. It was day. I was alone. I noticed that the trees were tall and thin, and not pine trees. There wasn't any undergrowth, just the soft ground. And then I stopped. I was staring at one very large, flat rock buried beneath the dirt, only the top surface of it exposed. Noticing this, I looked up to see a tall pale woman with long dark hair wearing a stained white dress, like a nightgown, standing several feet in front of me. She was talking, or at least I could see her mouth moving, but no sound or words came out. I asked her if she was okay, but as soon as I did she began SCREAMING. It was one long drawn out high-pitched scream that never seemed to end. She never moved away from the rock, pointing at it.
My dad woke me up, it was morning and we were already running behind. He needed to fix breakfast for us fast, so he asked me and my brothers to collect firewood to help him get started. I ran behind my brothers, who ran deeper and deeper into the forest. We ran into an area where there wasn't any underbrush. No good, because there weren't any sticks on the ground either. They ran on, but I didn't follow them. I stopped because I was in the same place as my dream the night before. I'd already seen the large, flat moss-covered rock in front of me before. Suddenly I realized I was alone. Terrified that the screaming woman would appear, I high-tailed it out of there and returned to my dad, waiting for my brothers to return. The dream has stuck in my mind ever since.