I have that sensation on occasion, but it seems to be limited to those that I know.
The most extreme example is when I went home and was staying at Mom’s when the oldest sister was in the last stages of cancer. One day, I suddenly woke up at 4am, left Mom a note and headed directly over to the sister’s house. Her body was still warm, but she was gone. I let her children sleep in while I sat out on the back porch and had a good cry.
The other sister said that it was the ‘sixth sense’ kicking in…something told me that I needed to be there to be the one to deliver the news to the family members instead of the children. Just about every single time I call this sister, she always says, “I was just thinking about you!” My teasing response is, “I know…that’s why I called.” Then again, maybe there is something to this ‘Sixth Sense’ theory.