I was at Disneyworld with my dad a few years ago, and he wore this shirt with his work’s logo on it, just some bold, red words, that say DURA, and when we were in line we meta woman who I think she said she was from Northern Canada and she recognized the DURA logo as the same as the factory that she worked at!
I always thought it was weird that 2 people from opposite ends of the continent worked for the same company and met in the same line for a Disney ride.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I went to Europe on a trip with some classmates. I was buying lunch in the vatican when the bus took off without me. I didn’t speak a lick of Italian and had all my money/camera/other important stuff on me at that moment.
I was walking up and down the street, trying to find a police officer or some other official, when I heard someone call out my name…
turn around, and there is one of my classmates. To give you an idea of how impossible this is, I had only 120 classmates at this point. She was on a polish tour with her mother.
She didn’t help me get back with my tour group, but sitting and talking with her let me pause for a moment to gather my wits.
Stuff like this happens to me all the time. I am the luckiest person I know.
My randomly assigned locker combination senior year of high school (last year) was 09-11-01, which had a 1/64,000 chance of occurring. Even freakier back then, because school started Sept. 12.
Saturday: Feel guilty about losing touch with friend in America. Decide to reinstall ICQ after 12 months without it, solely to chat to him and encourage future communication. Make sure that “Launch ICQ on Startup” is disabled - I hate it when it does that.
Wednesday night: Dream of someone I haven’t seen in over 4 years.
Thursday night: Dream of same person again. Find this disturbing, have no reason to think of this person. Haven’t dreamed of this person in a long time, don’t understand why it’s happening now. Feels like living in the past, that bothers me.
Friday: Windows Update forces me to reboot for the first time since I installed ICQ. Despite being sure that I disabled Launch on Startup, ICQ launches on startup. Message comes through on ICQ - from person I hadn’t seen in 4 years. Didn’t even know she had internet access, let alone that she used ICQ. She found me because I hadn’t used ICQ in 12 months - so I hadn’t changed from my maiden to married name in my profile. She messaged me impulsively the day after I reinstalled ICQ, despite having no way of knowing that my account had just shifted from inactive to active.
Just seemed like a lot of co-incidences lead up to that. I didn’t normally use ICQ, I don’t normally dream of people I don’t see - for that matter, I don’t normally dream - and I certainly wouldn’t normally think of that person or dream about that person in particular, I wouldn’t normally reboot my computer, I wouldn’t normally forget to disable something as annoying as Launch on Startup… Also, after having two dreams in two nights, I decided that I must still have unresolved issues about that person, and had made up my mind to do something about them. I was going to fire up Word to write letter (either to myself about it, or to her - I hadn’t decided), when knock me down with a feather, I get an ICQ message from her apologising for all the things I was going to address.
Last summer, I was walking through the downtown of my hometown at night. I was thinking about my ex-girlfriend who I had not spoken to since our very bad breakup about 6 months before, because I had walked by a little used bookstore that we used to frequent. I realized that I had forgiven her, and that it would be really nice to see her again. Nostalgically, I went into the bookstore and browsed around for a little while. I half expected to see her there, even though I knew that she was hundreds of miles away at school.
A few days later, when I did talk to her again, she asked me what had brought it on. I told her the story about passing the bookstore and thinking of her (fondly, rather than angrily). She then started asking me all kinds of specific questions about when I had gone in, and what I had looked at, etc.
Turns out that she had been home that weekend for her father’s birthday and had gone to the store to get a book for him. Neither of us had paid close attention to when we were there, so I can’t say for certain that we were actually there at the same time (we narrowed it to a probable overlap of about 15 minutes, but with about +/- 30 minutes for each of us), but I believe that we were, and that we never saw each other.
I must have passed that bookstore a dozen times that summer but had not gone in until that night.
I had this notion to get gas one night after leaving my buddy’s in the Valley. Didn’t need gas, but figured I’d fill up because the one near his house was a few cents cheaper.
While pumping gas, I see a Mexican family in a truck and they look confused. They don’t speak English, but hand me a note. It’s an address on Bemona St. They can’t find it.
It just doesn’t seem right to me. Even though I know L.A. well, the Valley is over 100 sq. miles and has a population of 3-million and I far from know every street.
I pull out a map and there’s no Bemona Street listed in L.A. Then it occurse to me, somebody might have misrote the address. I knew of a small street in Sherman Oaks called Lemona St. I was just sure that was the one. I was right.
I knew about Lemona because I used to live on that street five years previous.