Routinely. You get used to it. 
CJ
A couple of years ago I was anxiously awaiting my tax return. I was jobless and constantly broke and the money would pay some bills and leave some fun money to boost spirits.
I was walking back after dropping my daughter off at school. I look up, see a bald eagle circling overhead, and think “That’s it. The tax return is in the bank.” I go to the bank website as soon as I get home and sure enough, the money is there.
I also got a fortune cookie with no fortune. Wonder what that means?
That you’re unfortunate???
Once me and my friend were watching Rich Man, Poor Man. We were talking about what a putz Nick Nolte’s character was, and I said, “he threw his dad into a glass case!” Then one second later, as if by magic, Nick Nolte’s character on the screen (who was involved in a conversation about his past) said, “I threw him into a glass case.”
Unbelievable.
I’ve had way too many strange things happen to me to list them all here. You’d all think I’m nuts! Well, more than you already think I am. Here’s a couple though.
Many odd things have happened to me in the house I grew up in. When my great-aunt died, my dad helped my grandma go through her stuff, and brought home a desk calendar for me with anecdotes about left-handed people (she was left-handed, as am I). I glanced through it, then put it back in the box and put it under my bed. I forgot about it until one night I rolled over and my hand touched something hard on the bed. I turned on the bedside lamp, and saw the calendar (still in the box) lying on my bed. I rationalize this in my mind by telling myself that I dug it out from under the bed while I was sleeping and put it on the bed for some reason, even though I’ve never been a sleepwalker.
One time I was at a friend’s house and we were watching a rerun of Family Feud. The ones with Ray Combs (the one who committed suicide). As we were watching, I suddenly said, “You know, he has a really big head and a little body.” No more than 30 seconds later, Ray Combs said, “Did you ever notice that I have a really big head and a little body?” Totally freaked out everyone who was watching it with me. I swear I’d never seen that episode before, and even if I did, I certainly wouldn’t have known the exact right time to make that comment!
This past spring I was picking up yard debri after a storm. It was the usual stuff, plastic grocery bags, twigs, fast food cups. All the light weight junk that flies around in a storm.
I came acrossed an envelope. I could tell it was old from the coloring. I turned it over and it was a bill type envelope, with the little cellophane window. This is where I freaked. It was an old phone bill, addressed to my grandmother. It was dated 1996. she died in 1998, and I did not live in this house at the time. I never handled her affairs or had possession of any of her things at any time. It was definitely hers, she had a not so common name and it was her address at the nursing home where she died on the bill.
Grandmother was a retired phone operator. I’ve come to the conclusion that it was just her way of saying “Hi”.
I was at church one day, it was a Sunday afternoon, at choir practice. Choir practice was right before evening worship.
So we get done with choir, and my sinuses are just stopped up like no other, so i walk out the door, headed to my car to go home.
The second i walk outside, my head clears up. I hadn’t made it halfway to my car!.
So i think, hmmm, ok, well i guess i can go to church now.
After church, I had to go to the youth minister’s office, which is in the family life center. He asked me to go into the gym to help him move some tables. I go in, and there was a surprise birthday party for me.
Had my sinuses not cleared up, I would’ve gone home and everybody would’ve been just sittin up there…
A few years ago I was driving taxi, and as it was a slow night, myself and two other drivers were sitting around the base, waiting for the phone to ring. And it did ring, but no-one picked it up. Like we didn’t need the work or anything.
“Isn’t anyone going to answer that?” I asked (being furthest from the phone). The two others looked at me as if I was insane. “Uh, the phone isn’t ringing,” said Bob.
Two seconds later, it started to “really” ring. “NOW it is!” I exclaimed, feeling vindicated for being a weirdo.
Oddly enough, something weird happened to me on Saturday and I’d considered starting a thread about it, but opted to do housework for the rest of the weekend instead.
Saturday afternoon, my mom was driving me home from a home educator’s convention in downtown Phoenix.
She called my aunt during the drive to let her know that she (my mother) would be a little late getting to my aunts house.
My aunt has had a really rough year. Her mother-in-law died in the beginning of May and her mother (my gramma) died at the end of May. Her husbands legs are giving out, so she spends alot of energy helping him around and her youngest daughter (now 27) is severely depressed and ocassionally hints that she may be suicidal.
Last week she was dogsitting for her son who was away at a church function and she put the dog outside to use the restroom and frollick a bit while she washed the dishes before work. Apparently all of the stress finally got to her because she completely forgot that the dog was outside. She left for work and received a call later that day from her nephew to tell her that the dog had apparently died from heat exhaustion. 
So needless to say, my aunt has been very near the end of her rope lately.
My mom hung up with her and I asked how my aunt was doing. My mom replied, “She said she’s keeping her eye on the white dove descending”
Knowing very little about my mom and aunt’s religion, I shot mom a quick WTF?! look as we rounded the corner onto McDowell Ave.
"Oh Shan, the white dove descending is in a song that goes “There’s a pool in the desert where water flows (some lyrics I cannot remember) came a white dove descending,” responded mom.
I nodded and turned to look out the windshield JUST in time to see a brilliantly white dove descend RIGHT in front of our car.
:eek: I’m far from religious, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little shocked.
Darn! I was reading one of the links ** Mirasol** posted, forgot I was in a link and created a zombie thread! :smack:
I’m so ashamed.
You’re welcome, Left Hand of Dorkness
Just this morning I was driving the car back to our mechanics again. We’ve only had the car for three weeks and I’m not totally familiar with it yet. I passed under a brief shower and had to turn the wipers on and took my eyes of the road to do so. When I looked up again, I was in the parking lane and headed toward a parked car at 30 MPH! :eek:
Saturday just gone I took my SO to get a blood test. She went in, I sat down, picked up a book and started reading. About two minutes later I got a sharp pain in my left arm right in the crook of the elbow, exactly like I was getting a needle in the vein. After a minute or so, the pain went away. A few seconds later my SO reappeared.
“How did it go?” I asked.
“Fine - didn’t feel a thing.”
“Which arm did they jab you in?”
“The left.”
She had a small bandaid right in the crook of her elbow where I had felt the pain, like I had felt it for her.
A couple of weeks ago Mr. Adoptamom and I were doing the grocery shopping thing in Walmart together. When we got home, the kids unloaded the bags and put everything away. The next day, I opened the cabinet where the glasses are kept and found a brand new sippy cup - you know, the kind that babies/toddlers use with a lid? Our youngest two children are almost 13 & 14 and none of our contemporaries have children that young either. When I asked Mr. Adoptamom why he’d bought it, he just shrugged and said he didn’t know.
Fast forward one week - last Thursday to be exact. We get a call from our daughter who lives a two day drive away that we haven’t seen for seven months. She announces she’s pregnant with our very first grandchild! I think on some level DH knew … what makes this even odder is that he adopted this daughter, so there isn’t even a biological connection to this ESP :eek:
I watched an airplane crash. I was standing in the parking lot at the military base, and just happened to look up at the right time.
FWIW: My BIL was standing in the parking lot at O’Hare when the DC-10 crashed. He swears he saw the same view as the pic where it’s rolling over. Egads.
Well, since the strange and vaguely creepy threads in the IMHO forum have been locked down I am left to relate my tale here.
Sometimes I step onto the back patio at 2 or 3 in the morning to have a cigarette. I am usually up late and I will sit in the still darkness of the country night looking at the moon through the crazy and gnarled splays of our ancient oak. On the full moon a couple of nights ago I was sitting and sweating in the humidity of the night doing just that. It felt as if the moon was radiating heat. With the heat was a stifling stillness and quiet, it felt like being submerged in hot tar. This night an unmoving, viscous, and bright black surface.
Edging the yard, maybe 30 ft. from the patio where I sit is a vast cornfield. The farmer planted a new hybrid this year and it already stands well past 6 ft. It is a formidable wall of green musk at our property line, a jungle line that very little passes into nor comes out of.
Staring at the moon, a green crash broke the tarry surface of the night and contrapoint and eminating from the corn field came a snarl and wail ranging from gutteral and fiendish to a sonically shattering and otherworldly shriek. Then moans and moans and Oh the moans… an ochre swell! It sounded like hell had broke loose a banshee.
I never saw it but there is something inhuman in that cornfield.
…I need a cigarette right now and I must step out back into the darkness again.
Back in the day, I worked at a vet clinic. One of the things we did at closing was to gather and remove trash from the offices. Trash in the offices consisted of paper waste that we incinerated and sharps that were put in the puncture resistant cases and collected when full. I was emptying paper waste when I ‘saw’ in my mind a hand with a hypodermic needle through the palm between the first and second bone. I stopped dumping the smaller trash can into the larger trash can and looked into it. Sure enough, there was a hypodermic needle, syringe attached that had loosely poked into the side of the trash can, but that fell out when I reinverted the can. I had been about 2 milliseconds from using my hand to pack the rest of the trash from the smaller can into the larger can.
I also have an uncanny ability to go pick up my phone about a minute before someone calls me. I use cell only, so if someone calls and I can’t find the phone or get it out in time, I miss the call if I wait for it to ring and then go get it.
Many years ago, I was a deputy sheriff. I was out on patrol one night, and it was bitterly cold, but crystal clear. I had to pee, so I pulled over to the side of the road out in the boonies, got out and started watering the grass.
I was looking up in the sky while I did and saw a bright red light coming directly toward me. I thought it was an airplane until it dawned on me how fast it was moving. It got almost directly overhead, then pulled a sharp turn, about 135 degrees, and shot down over the horizon in about two seconds flat. And I just stood there with my tonker in my hand and watched it.
For obvious reasons, I never told any of my cow-orkers about it. It was bad enough that I had fallen for the dummy hanging on the bridge joke; I never would have heard the end of the UFO jokes.
Nothing expressly weird has ever happened to me, but more and more often lately I’ve been having an odd relationship with the radio - I start thinking of a particular song and suddenly the station starts playing it, or the text I’m reading online is strikingly similar to the lyrics of whatever song is playing. Quite eerie when it happens.
Also, occasionally I can affect the reception on my radio simply by changing the position in which I’m sitting, but I feel there’s a far more mundane solution to that mystery.
Clothahump, I might have seen a UFO too. (This is a link to an old thread.) I never did find out what it was, but it was odd lights in the sky. I thought it might have to do with the airport, but since the incident I’ve figured out that the airport is many miles to the west of where I was and couldn’t possibly been behind my house.
Anyway, I was reading back over the very vaguely creepy thread, and thought of one that happened to me. I was a teenager, sleeping in bed in the very early morning hours. Suddenly I heard an extremely loud slam against the side of the house, possibly against the garage door; the garage was directly beneath my bedroom. I was absolutely terrified! It was just getting to be dawn and I had no idea what to do. I was even afraid to look out the window. So, what I did was call my dad who was sleeping in another part of the house. I have no idea if this is possible any more, but in the small town I grew up in, you could dial a set of numbers and it would ring your own house. (I suppose today we’d just call the cell phone)
“Dad, something is outside!” I say into the phone. Dad comes crashing down the hall. We look outside: nothing. Later in the morning, I look outside on the driveway and on the garage door and find … nothing. I was imagining Bear. Moose. Bigfoot.
I have no idea what made that huge noise that woke me up, unless it was no noise at all, and I in reality dreamed the whole thing. But I’ve always thought it was pretty weird.