Weird things that you can’t explain.
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Front bottom said:
I work all sorts of random shifts, I'll set my alarm for say 2:00am, having been on afternoons a couple of days before, and I'll wake up 2 mins before the constantly changing alarm time surprisingly often.
There's no set pattern to my roster btw.
I'm sure that the body clock is a thing. Our three dogs all go neurotic around 5, tea-time, and we sure as hell haven't taught them how to read the clock. There's no set pattern to my roster btw.
I always cut n paste this for these type of threads. It's all true.
It's a coincidence.
1981 and my best friend and I decided to jack in our jobs and head down to Australia through Africa, India, Nepal and East Asia.
We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found, sitting on one of the beds, our American friend from Cairo
It's a coincidence.
1981 and my best friend and I decided to jack in our jobs and head down to Australia through Africa, India, Nepal and East Asia.
We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found, sitting on one of the beds, our American friend from Cairo
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
Front bottom said:
I work all sorts of random shifts, I'll set my alarm for say 2:00am, having been on afternoons a couple of days before, and I'll wake up 2 mins before the constantly changing alarm time surprisingly often.
There's no set pattern to my roster btw.
I'm sure that the body clock is a thing. Our three dogs all go neurotic around 5, tea-time, and we sure as hell haven't taught them how to read the clock. There's no set pattern to my roster btw.
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I'm sure that the body clock is a thing. Our three dogs all go neurotic around 5, tea-time, and we sure as hell haven't taught them how to read the clock.
Or dogs are funny like that... their morning feed can vary from as early as 6 a.m to as late as 9 a.m. but their afternoon feed is always at about 4.30... and regardless of how early or late they've had their breakfast they'll come mithering for their tea at dead on 4.30 every day.I had a premonition after I read the OP that this thread would go the way of all the others and get taken over by the usual tedious argumentative types - who would then spoil it for the rest of us who just wanted to read a few stories without all the usual dross.
Hope it’s not going that way.
Hope it’s not going that way.
Edited by Notreallymeeither on Sunday 19th May 09:53
Gary29 said:
I died in a dream over the weekend, I was driving a car at night, in a storm, on a dual carriageway and I was overtaking another car doing about 90 (I knew in my mind it was too fast for the conditions but I didn't seem to care) then the wind took hold of the car and I veered off the side of the road, despite steering as much as I could to counter it, I went over the edge of a bridge and ended up headed toward a massive concrete support holding the bridge up sideways, still at full speed, I remember the calm in my mind, the car hit, and I didn't wake up with a fright, I just woke up feeling immensely calm and aware, like I'd been reborn, but I knew I'd definitely died.
Strange.
I had exactly the same dream about 30 years ago and still remember it! Fiat 131, driving home late from working behind a bar, doing 90-ish and slamming sideways into a concrete bridge support. I woke up just as the car touched. I also remember waking up feeling incredibly calm and relaxed. Strange.
Maybe it’s a common dream?
underwhelmist said:
Gary29 said:
I died in a dream over the weekend, I was driving a car at night, in a storm, on a dual carriageway and I was overtaking another car doing about 90 (I knew in my mind it was too fast for the conditions but I didn't seem to care) then the wind took hold of the car and I veered off the side of the road, despite steering as much as I could to counter it, I went over the edge of a bridge and ended up headed toward a massive concrete support holding the bridge up sideways, still at full speed, I remember the calm in my mind, the car hit, and I didn't wake up with a fright, I just woke up feeling immensely calm and aware, like I'd been reborn, but I knew I'd definitely died.
Strange.
I had exactly the same dream about 30 years ago and still remember it! Fiat 131, driving home late from working behind a bar, doing 90-ish and slamming sideways into a concrete bridge support. I woke up just as the car touched. I also remember waking up feeling incredibly calm and relaxed. Strange.
Maybe it’s a common dream?
I was on an Industrial Estate which I used to work on, and there was a madman on the loose with a gun. There was panic everywhere, and I'd managed to hide in a grass trench going down to a building. He found me though, and put his gun to my head. He pulled the trigger and in the split second the bullet hit my temple I awoke, except I was far from calm and relaxed!
When I was a nipper 45 years ago, my dad bought a great book on British birds. I loved it, but never saw it after I left home. Fast forward a few years, my dad passed. All the siblings spent a few weekends clearing the house as my mum was in hospital long term. All dad’s stuff was taken to mum’s new place a few months later.
The day after dad passed a lesser spotted woodpecker graced our garden for a few days. Thought nothing of it, other than I’d never seen one before. When mum settled in her new place, she asked us to get rid of a few boxes of stuff. The boxes were brought home and stored.
After a few days, I went through one of the boxes to discover the bird book. I immediately went back to when I was 8, and started flipping the pages. The book had a ribbon book-marker, so naturally I opened the book at the marked page. A lesser spotted woodpecker.
The day after dad passed a lesser spotted woodpecker graced our garden for a few days. Thought nothing of it, other than I’d never seen one before. When mum settled in her new place, she asked us to get rid of a few boxes of stuff. The boxes were brought home and stored.
After a few days, I went through one of the boxes to discover the bird book. I immediately went back to when I was 8, and started flipping the pages. The book had a ribbon book-marker, so naturally I opened the book at the marked page. A lesser spotted woodpecker.
Late 80s. My Nan has died and left my mum some money. Mum had a pen friend since 1940s when she was evacuated in the war... and this friend lived in a small town called Kiki, somewhere in Australia.
With this money mum decided to go and visit her pen friend..... and spend six weeks there. A trip of a lifetime etc.
At the same time I was waiting to join the Navy, and went Inter-Railing with a mate, and we headed for Morocco. We were going to head up Mount Toubkal but had to wait overnight in a small village called Asni, while we waited for a guide to take us to the snow line and some sort of refuge hut ready for the final assault on the summit (I might be over playing this for effect..... it was a simple footpath) but I digress........
We stayed in a youth hostel .... this really was in the middle of nowhere. But there was a cafe/bar where after a few beers got talking to a couple of Australian females...... and you will never guess where they were from.........
No...... they were from Melbourne but as we talked long into the night and discovered one of the girls grew up in Kiki And it turns out was, when they were at junior school, were best friends with my mums pen friends daughter!! They kept in touch when she moved away and she said knew my Mum was visiting!
And to close this story..... no I never got anywhere with them!!
With this money mum decided to go and visit her pen friend..... and spend six weeks there. A trip of a lifetime etc.
At the same time I was waiting to join the Navy, and went Inter-Railing with a mate, and we headed for Morocco. We were going to head up Mount Toubkal but had to wait overnight in a small village called Asni, while we waited for a guide to take us to the snow line and some sort of refuge hut ready for the final assault on the summit (I might be over playing this for effect..... it was a simple footpath) but I digress........
We stayed in a youth hostel .... this really was in the middle of nowhere. But there was a cafe/bar where after a few beers got talking to a couple of Australian females...... and you will never guess where they were from.........
No...... they were from Melbourne but as we talked long into the night and discovered one of the girls grew up in Kiki And it turns out was, when they were at junior school, were best friends with my mums pen friends daughter!! They kept in touch when she moved away and she said knew my Mum was visiting!
And to close this story..... no I never got anywhere with them!!
I used to be heavily into off-roading and green laning. About 12 years ago a fellow member of my off-road club arranged a days green laning along parts of the Ridgeway (it was open to all traffic then) that I had never driven before.
All our laning was done responsibly in accordance with the Green Lane Association guidelines, such as pulling over for walkers and mountain bikers, switching off our engines to let horses pass without getting spooked, being sure not to cause ruts by avoiding areas that were muddy and therefore prone to damage, etc, but we'd still get flack, particularly from ramblers, who hated sharing legally-drivable byways with us despite that fact that they could avoid us altogether if they stuck to footpaths and bridleways.
Towards the end of that day we exited our final green lane, and pulled over to have a cup of tea and a chat, and say our goodbyes. Almost immediately a guy came charging out of his house, demanding to know who we were, what we were doing, where we were going, etc, and that we couldn't park in the road near his house. We had a patient exchange with him, pointing out that we weren't causing an obstruction, that there were no parking restrictions, etc, and he eventually went back inside.
When I got home I decided to check the route we'd driven on an OS map from the directions we'd been given. And, in particular, the location of our final stop. The only map of the area that I had was an old one inch map from about 40 years earlier. Ringed on the map in pencil, by god knows who, was the exact location of our final stop, which was the only notation on the entire map.
All our laning was done responsibly in accordance with the Green Lane Association guidelines, such as pulling over for walkers and mountain bikers, switching off our engines to let horses pass without getting spooked, being sure not to cause ruts by avoiding areas that were muddy and therefore prone to damage, etc, but we'd still get flack, particularly from ramblers, who hated sharing legally-drivable byways with us despite that fact that they could avoid us altogether if they stuck to footpaths and bridleways.
Towards the end of that day we exited our final green lane, and pulled over to have a cup of tea and a chat, and say our goodbyes. Almost immediately a guy came charging out of his house, demanding to know who we were, what we were doing, where we were going, etc, and that we couldn't park in the road near his house. We had a patient exchange with him, pointing out that we weren't causing an obstruction, that there were no parking restrictions, etc, and he eventually went back inside.
When I got home I decided to check the route we'd driven on an OS map from the directions we'd been given. And, in particular, the location of our final stop. The only map of the area that I had was an old one inch map from about 40 years earlier. Ringed on the map in pencil, by god knows who, was the exact location of our final stop, which was the only notation on the entire map.
It was Friday 11th March 2011. Always sleep up to my alarm, especially by Friday, but woke up suddenly feeling anxious at 5:46am feeling like I over slept.
Couldn’t get back to sleep, had a big business trip arranged for Monday (didn’t travel back then) so thought I would get up and head into the office.
Stopped at Tesco to get a sandwich at about 630am, remember vividly getting back into my car, radio coming on and hearing about the huge Japanese earthquake which struck at 5:46 UK time.
The very strange thing was I was heading to the same area in Japan the earthquake hit.
Still strange to this day.
Couldn’t get back to sleep, had a big business trip arranged for Monday (didn’t travel back then) so thought I would get up and head into the office.
Stopped at Tesco to get a sandwich at about 630am, remember vividly getting back into my car, radio coming on and hearing about the huge Japanese earthquake which struck at 5:46 UK time.
The very strange thing was I was heading to the same area in Japan the earthquake hit.
Still strange to this day.
My mate got hammered in a club and went back with a girl to hers, woke up at 5am and had apparently wet the bed
He is a good drinker & was in his prime @ uni at the time so thought it unusual - he left, embarrassed, whilst she slept
By chance pulled her again 6 months later and went back to hers again. This time not as drunk. Had sex, then was awoken in the night with her naked squatting over him (no wee yet)
The mystery is - did he wet the bed first time and she was getting revenge the second time
Or did she have a fetish for weeing on sleeping men and simply woke him up the 2nd time
Wee will never know
This story is true
He is a good drinker & was in his prime @ uni at the time so thought it unusual - he left, embarrassed, whilst she slept
By chance pulled her again 6 months later and went back to hers again. This time not as drunk. Had sex, then was awoken in the night with her naked squatting over him (no wee yet)
The mystery is - did he wet the bed first time and she was getting revenge the second time
Or did she have a fetish for weeing on sleeping men and simply woke him up the 2nd time
Wee will never know
This story is true
mike74 said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I'm sure that the body clock is a thing. Our three dogs all go neurotic around 5, tea-time, and we sure as hell haven't taught them how to read the clock.
Or dogs are funny like that... their morning feed can vary from as early as 6 a.m to as late as 9 a.m. but their afternoon feed is always at about 4.30... and regardless of how early or late they've had their breakfast they'll come mithering for their tea at dead on 4.30 every day.fesuvious said:
jdw100 said:
Not unexplainable at all.
Someone using a device operating on the same bandwidth as most car alarm fobs.
Strong signal, interfered with yours.
Signal then stopped. Fobs back to normal.
It’s happened loads of times, there were lots of articles on this a few years back. Interference caused by radar, remote lighting (at a club, as I recall) etc etc etc.
I’m amazed you wouldn’t know this..
I've no beef with you. I really think you need to take a step back in terms of your attitude.Someone using a device operating on the same bandwidth as most car alarm fobs.
Strong signal, interfered with yours.
Signal then stopped. Fobs back to normal.
It’s happened loads of times, there were lots of articles on this a few years back. Interference caused by radar, remote lighting (at a club, as I recall) etc etc etc.
I’m amazed you wouldn’t know this..
In social interactions being condescending, belittling, pompous and snotty isn't going to get you anywhere.
Even if you're right, and you're the man who accurately sees how flawed the human race is, and even if you are the one person who might lead the revolution in critical thinking taking humans a great leap forward......
...,..it won't be any good if nobody listens to you because they all think you're an arrogant prick.
Seriously, learn some social skills and drop your anger. Your posts come across like you're sat, alone, in a dark room with the curtains drawn, lonely and bitter.
For the record, I am sure that isn't the case, but it sure is how it comes across
When I read his reply to me, I thought 'Well, that could have been said nicer' and I could honestly say that if I knew him in a pub I would probably give him the chin-up 'alright?' greeting but then take my seat away from him...
king complicated and fragile from the factory when it's made from 100% plastic and has 4 moving parts?Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82
), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
Many years ago I was sitting miserable in the lounge with a face like a robbers dog because I had done pretty poorly in my A Level mock exams predominantly due to pub and laziness!!
My father came in and flumped down in his chair to read his morning paper and asked me what was wrong. So I told him. Then the sermon started. He rustled the paper upright and told me to button it and listen.
He proceeded to read a piece from the paper about a young sea captain who had been blown up and killed on the bridge of his oil tanker by missiles from jet fighters, leaving a wife, a ten year old daughter and an 8 year old son. What did I really have to be so pathetically miserable about in comparison?
12 years later I moved to North Wales, the land of my fathers with a new wife in tow (that went well!). Having split from my wife a year or so later it was time to move on and I'd had my eye on a beautiful local girl who was way out of my league and engaged to be married the coming summer. Luckily for me I was introduced to her by a mutual friend and we've been inseparable since that first nervous chat.
She is the girl who tragically lost her father in the story that taught me a lesson all of those years before.
It still gets the hairs on the back of my neck up whenever I tell the story.
My father came in and flumped down in his chair to read his morning paper and asked me what was wrong. So I told him. Then the sermon started. He rustled the paper upright and told me to button it and listen.
He proceeded to read a piece from the paper about a young sea captain who had been blown up and killed on the bridge of his oil tanker by missiles from jet fighters, leaving a wife, a ten year old daughter and an 8 year old son. What did I really have to be so pathetically miserable about in comparison?
12 years later I moved to North Wales, the land of my fathers with a new wife in tow (that went well!). Having split from my wife a year or so later it was time to move on and I'd had my eye on a beautiful local girl who was way out of my league and engaged to be married the coming summer. Luckily for me I was introduced to her by a mutual friend and we've been inseparable since that first nervous chat.
She is the girl who tragically lost her father in the story that taught me a lesson all of those years before.
It still gets the hairs on the back of my neck up whenever I tell the story.
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