This took place about 15 years ago. I was lounging on the couch one afternoon reading a book. I finished a chapter and put the bookmark in it. I stretched and as I did, I glanced at the top of my left foot and noticed it was bruised. I looked again and it looked fine -- no visible bruise. I am not sure why, but I just kept staring at my foot. I would wiggle my foot left then right, and just kept looking at it.
The next day I was dusting my husband's dresser, and he had a rifle on top of the dresser in a cloth case. I picked it up by the barrel end with my left hand so I could dust the top of the dresser. I didn't know, for some reason, that the very end of the case was not zippered. The rifle slid out of the case and came crashing down on the top of my left foot like a sledge hammer. I immediately dropped on our bed in pain.
That night I was lying on the couch and looked down at my foot and it was bruised badly. It was exactly what I saw the day before. My foot would hurt on and off for a year after that accident. Why I saw the injury the day before I will never understand.