I, (like many of you), don’t believe in the supernatural, but coincidences and freak occurrences are a part of life. There may be nothing divine about it, but it’s still fun to talk about. I was wondering if anyone would like to share there stories.
For me, I was in my car in a nasty rain storm, and I turned on the radio to hear **‘Mr. Blue Sky’ **(by ELO) start playing. As soon as I did so, the weather changed. (It stopped raining, just before the lyrics played “'It stopped raining…”, and the sun came out). Every stop or turn I made, seemed to be in sync with the song.
Also, I stand under a burned out light outside my apartment when talking to neighbors of mine, and often times when I do, the light just turns on as soon as I walk under it. My neighbors keep talking about it. They say stuff like; “You must be an angel or something”.
But those are really not *THAT *big of a coincidences. Anyone have a better story than mine?
When I was a bank teller, I got robbed. Two weeks later, I had a dream that the guy came back and robbed me again. That day, he came in and robbed me again.
A week later, I dreamed that he came in to rob me a third time, but the police were waiting for him and arrested him. That day, I got a call from the police. They caught him robbing another bank.
A week after that, I had a dream that several people came in to rob me. But they didn’t want to take any money, they just wanted to fondle it. That day, the bank auditors came in.
Ah, an opportunity to trot out my deadly dull story about memorizing poetry…In high school I hung out with some of the smarter specimens who actually talked about literature and stuff, instead of how many beers they could sneak out of the rec room refrigerator in their parents basement. These guys could, and would, recite poetry from memory. So I decided, I would memorize some poems, too! I started off with some Edgar Allen Poe, a couple of other old chestnuts, and for no particular reason memorized the first half of “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere”…Cut to a couple months later, and what do you think the assignment in English class was? We all had to memorize the first half of TMRoPR!!!
And to stand up in front of the class and recite it!..I was flabbergasted, I had already done that all on my own. But nobody believed me…Was this just some eerie coincidence, or…supernatural?
Also, I once lost a very pretty bracelet, walking through the snow down a city street. I went back and forth, back and forth, looking for that bracelet, never found it. Several years later, I went to an appointment on that same street, and walking back to my car, what did I find on the sidewalk but … the exact same style of bracelet, only silver-toned, not gold-toned like my lost one. Weird. Just another coincidence?
A few days after the death of my most favorite cat ever, I was lying in bed in the dark and I swear I felt that cat jump up on the bed as he did in life, walk around and settle in. The rational part of my mind says my subconscious simply replayed an earlier tape for comfort but dang if it didn’t feel real, as if he was bidding me goodbye one more time before crossing the rainbow bridge.
Back when I was a teenager, during a very hot summer night my radio started retuning itself. I could see the tuning knob slowly turning on its own. Having opened the radio out of curiosity, my guess at the time was that the heat was causing the internal cord attached to the knob to flex and turn it; it was still really creepy late at night though.
Once, while laying in bed reading, I had a sort of feeling that someone was going to throw a glass jug against the outside of the wall just opposite of where my headboard sat. A few moments later, WHAM, Crash! Some kids had thrown an extra large (empty) glass orange juice jug against the wall. I’m guessing they were aiming for the window but they missed by a foot or two.
Weirdly precognitive. I would normally dismiss this idea except that I had clearly noted to myself the strangeness of the thought before the event. My only explanation is that maybe I heard the kids outside planning it without noticing it.
Please tell me that you have told this story before, otherwise I’m experiencing a crazy supernatural moment of de ja vu right now.
Also, I was watching an NFL game once with my college roommates (can’t remember the teams) when one team was attempting a game winning field goal with seconds on the clock. Right before the snap I said outloud, “Off the left upright.” I have no idea what compelled me to say that but a second later when the kick doinked off the left upright my roommates just about crapped. I just said, “told ya.”
I have a reverse banjo clock (medium size, pendulum, wall) from 1916 that belonged to my maternal grandparents. It has two keyholes for winding, one for the clock itself and the other for the chimes (no tune, just a straight bong, bong, … sound). I was in the habit of only winding the clock itself, as the chimes were rather loud. At the time in question, the chimes had not been wound or rung for weeks if not months.
The mechanism of the chimes is that it would chime once on the half-hour, and chime the time on the hour. It would only chime on the hour or half-hour, not at any other time. The last piece of info is that if the chimes spring had mostly unwound, the chiming would be very slow and “draggy”.
As I walked into my house from my father’s wake, the clock started chiming. It chimed very clearly, not dragged out at all, and it chimed 10-12 times (I was so stunned I didn’t start counting), and was heard by my wife and daughter. It was 10:43, so there is no way that the clock could have chimed at that time.
I’ve had enough math where I understand the power of coincidence, but the clock should not have been capable of chiming at that time. I have tried to partially wind the chimes, let them run down, move the clock to between the hour and half-hour, move the clock, shake the clock, etc. I’ve never been able to get the clock to chime at a time it shouldn’t.
My father was the type who lothed religion, but always felt that there might be something past death. I feel the same way, especially now.
A couple of years ago I had a memorable dream about being led over a hill so see a new “secret weapon”'; when I got to the top of the hill there was a 747 jet hovering over a field (a 747 turned into a jump-jet - that would be pretty awesome).
The next evening I was web surfing and clicked on a link which led me to this vidoe ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1khgtadCIY ) which was so close to my dream my jaw dropped. Of course my first thought was "dang - if I can dream of something I’m going to see in the future I need to see something more useful like next week’s lotto numbers.
My family and I have grown used to the freaky coincidences/premonitions we experience, but there was on that still blows my mind to this day. I was walking down the street with my then-boyfriend and was telling him about the bizarre dream I had the previous night where several random things occurred. At one point I’m desperately running across the desert in the hopes of beating the multi-car train that will block my path and slow me down, but when I get to the tracks the train hits me in my right hip, breaking it. (I continued running with an awkward gait and the dream continues in even more strange directions.)
Anyway, just as I’m about to say “and then the train hits me” he sharply yanks me backward as a car roars out of a dark laneway and screeches to a halt on the sidewalk … stopping right at my hip.
I felt this after my dog died. I was lying awake, waiting to doze off, and felt him move against my leg and snuggle up. At first I thought, “Oh, Mick got up on the bed by himself”–he couldn’t for about the last year of his life–and then it dawned on me that he had died about a week earlier. But it felt exactly like him snuggling up to me. Exactly.
