^^ We need to test this ability. Put on a Heavy Metal station and think long and hard about Debbie Gibson singing "You Light Up My Life."
No.
That's actually more likely to happen if it is a heavy metal station. They could play it ironically.
Don't you mean Debbie Boone?
Really minor, though.
Years ago, I dreamt that Hubby and I were at a mall and passing a bookstore, where on a display in the front were a bunch of childrens' book, including a collection of my favorite stories from when I was in 1st grade. I had read the set of books back then.
The next day (!), Hubby and I were at a mall, passing a bookstore, and there on the front display was a collected version of the stories! I hadn't been to a mall in weeks before that, and wasn't on the internet (mid-1990s) enough to know that the collection even existed. I thought the stories were long out of print (Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle). Money was tight, but I got it.
My parents had a weird experience. They had just entered a Sears and the next thing they both knew, they were outside walking away. Neither remembered shopping (no bags in their hands) and they didn't remember how they got outside. Strangely, my Dad's keys were in my Mom's purse, and she NEVER held his keys back then. They didn't check the time, though, to see if they had lost any time.
Years ago, I dreamt that Hubby and I were at a mall and passing a bookstore, where on a display in the front were a bunch of childrens' book, including a collection of my favorite stories from when I was in 1st grade. I had read the set of books back then.
The next day (!), Hubby and I were at a mall, passing a bookstore, and there on the front display was a collected version of the stories! I hadn't been to a mall in weeks before that, and wasn't on the internet (mid-1990s) enough to know that the collection even existed. I thought the stories were long out of print (Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle). Money was tight, but I got it.
My parents had a weird experience. They had just entered a Sears and the next thing they both knew, they were outside walking away. Neither remembered shopping (no bags in their hands) and they didn't remember how they got outside. Strangely, my Dad's keys were in my Mom's purse, and she NEVER held his keys back then. They didn't check the time, though, to see if they had lost any time.
^^ Now there's a springboard for a story. 
Unless I just had a premonition that Debbie Gibson will do a cover version!
Okay then, put on a Christian station and think long and hard about Heavy Metal.
That's actually more likely to happen if it is a heavy metal station. They could play it ironically.
Heh. Yes, I do.
Unless I just had a premonition that Debbie Gibson will do a cover version!
Okay then, put on a Christian station and think long and hard about Heavy Metal.
That's actually more likely to happen if it is a heavy metal station. They could play it ironically.
I see you've never heard of Christian metal.
Plus, the same ironic playing of said music can still happen this way, and in many other mysterious ways. It doesn't even need to happen to your radio - other people's radios are also involved. In fact, this phenomenon is particularly seen with television shows.
It's still coincidence, mind you. Unless the power of Ravescene compels the very force of Music itself.
All right then! Turn the radio to a dead station! 
All right then! Turn the radio to a dead station!
But they also play music on Radio 4! I mean, Desert Island Discs for crying out loud!
And what about shopping malls, supermarkets, pubs, clubs, and other places where music is played?
All right, you're a mutant. You should join the X-Men. At key moments in battle, you can distract the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants by causing all radios in the area to play "Mickey" by Toni Basil. 
I got on an elevator once at a doctors office and the doctor on the elevator started freaking out when she saw me. She swore I was riding the elevator a minute ago and got off on the floor above the floor I was actually on.
She asked if I had a twin and I told her no. She swore I was standing right next to her in the exact same clothes and got off then when the elevator dropped down to the actual floor I was on I got back on. I told her she might have been stuck in a time warp or doing some of the drugs she perscribed.
She asked if I had a twin and I told her no. She swore I was standing right next to her in the exact same clothes and got off then when the elevator dropped down to the actual floor I was on I got back on. I told her she might have been stuck in a time warp or doing some of the drugs she perscribed.
Wow, a Doppelgänger!
So, if in NuTrek, Spock Prime had been closer in age to his alternate universe self, would he have been considered a Doppelgänger?
Now - Do you think you are Lookingglassman Prime, or ... ?!
From what friends have told me, I do not think this is as unusual as some people may think. I once had a similar experience leaving a Navel Air Station in the Pacific northwest. ( but, please, do not ask me what I was doing there. I can not tell you.
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As a lot of people have already said, weird shit is just statistically going to happen at some point.
The real bitch of it is that the human brain loves patterns so much that people have a subconscious selective memory about it.
How many random thoughts do you have a day? Some of that stuff is bound to happen whether you're thinking about it or not. I once had to explain this to an Ex of mine. She claimed she was psychic or some shit because she always "got a feeling" just before I called her on the phone.
I had to burst her bubble and explain that, as her boyfriend, I'm more likely to call her than most people and she probably thinks about me calling more often than it actually happened. But, brains being what they are, she seized on the times when I'd call her a few minutes after she thought about it and discard the times she had a fleeting thought and it didn't happen.
The real bitch of it is that the human brain loves patterns so much that people have a subconscious selective memory about it.
How many random thoughts do you have a day? Some of that stuff is bound to happen whether you're thinking about it or not. I once had to explain this to an Ex of mine. She claimed she was psychic or some shit because she always "got a feeling" just before I called her on the phone.
I had to burst her bubble and explain that, as her boyfriend, I'm more likely to call her than most people and she probably thinks about me calling more often than it actually happened. But, brains being what they are, she seized on the times when I'd call her a few minutes after she thought about it and discard the times she had a fleeting thought and it didn't happen.
So then, knowing that, and when, my father had died, even though I had absolutely no knowledge of where he was, or how he was, and absolutely no contact with any one that even knew him, for well over half of my lifetime, was not all so amazing?!
*sniffle*
I am right now very disappointed with my nonexistent telepathic abilities!
*she uttered, mildly sarcastically, in her esoteric, near Gypsyesque accent *
So then, knowing that, and when, my father had died, even though I had absolutely no knowledge of where he was, or how he was, and absolutely no contact with any one that even knew him, for well over half of my lifetime, was not all so amazing?!
*sniffle*
I am right now very disappointed with my nonexistent telepathic abilities!
*she uttered, mildly sarcastically, in her esoteric, near Gypsyesque accent *
Condolences about your dad.
But no, it's not amazing. It falls under the category of weird, but statistically possible. I also wouldn't be surprised if you're letting hindsight interfere with your memory of the event.
Your telepathic abilities are nonexistent. *he said, flatly, without a trace of sarcasm*
As above, so below.
If most of a person’s lifestyle is moderately "peculiar", then, does a fairly mundane occurrence count as strange? - At, least "fairly mundane", as life is often experienced in the more unfrequented regions of these desert mountains.
I once camped on a desolate, rocky mesa after unsuccessfully “riding fence” all day, looking for a line break that had let some uninvited stock into one of the properties that I manage. It was near the sight of an ancient pit house complex, that had once been inhabited by the people of the ancient Mogollon culture, about 1000 years previous. By sundown the wind was blowing more softly than its usual harsh, sand-laden rasp: though, a calèche haze still obscured the nearly full moon. As I lay there waiting for sleep to find me, and listening for the subtle foraging sounds of my equid friends down below on the grassier draw, I slowly became aware that I was not as alone up there, as I had at first assumed. Out, nearly beyond the range of my flashlight, seemingly bipedal figures appeared to be moving about in the dusky shadows, occasionally silhouetted against the darkened sky. Calling out to them returned no response. Since they were already (or I had - foolishly - made them) aware of my presence, I could only wait for "whatever" to transpire. But, to my chagrin, first-light found me as seemingly alone as I had originally assumed.
Investigation of the ground reveled no sign of my visitors’ passing. And to this day, I do not know who “they” were: drug smugglers, Illegals, wayward hikers, ... ? Whomever they were, they were highly skilled at the art of leaving no trace. Even such unyielding, rocky ground, will usually tell you something, if you know how to ask: freshly loosened stones along an arroyo; a disturbance of the desert’s stabilizing microbial crust; a shine on the seep grass, at dawn, down by the cienega. - Something!? But on that night, La Grande Soledad had chosen to keep her secrets.
Thinking back to this mystery, always causes me to reflect on more than one of the local legends, and to wonder about my furtive phantoms true origins.
It is said by many long-time locals (Native Americans, Mexicans, and Anglos alike) that under certain conditions - the Hoodoos, "walk". Hoodoos are the strange, oddly configured adobe pillars, that sometimes occur off the sides of eroding canyons. As water flows around then, they cutaway from the original strata that “gives them birth”. But, it is said, during the telling of innumerable campfire yarns, that these golem-like mud monsters sometimes vivify, and “walk”. Could the movement of my flashlight simply have appeared to animate these forms; just as the campfires, or torches of long ago travelers may have? Or ... could something else, even stranger, out there in the desolate darkness have inspired these curious stories?
Long before Rod Serling's Twilight Zone episode, “Beyond The Rim”; even longer before Harlan Ellison's “City on the Edge of Forever”(TOS) with its time access entryway, or even the twice seen “Guardian of Forever”(TOS and TAS), there was a story of an odd place, in the seldom explored regions of the USA’s desert southwest, where time is... “not logical”. A place so strange that its encounter would drive those unfortunates who blundered into it, quite mad! Many of its shaken witnesses are said to report specters similar to those that I experienced; apparitions that come and go through similar “doors”, leaving little behind, save an infrangible sense of astonishment. Unfortunately, for investigators, this gate way was said to be located in a multiple number of long forgotten places, along both sides of the US/Mexican borderlands: the wastelands of CA’s Mojave; Arivaca to “Portal” AZ; or the lava tubes of El Malpais: The Burning Land of Frozen Fires, or The Pyramid Mts in NM; even down in TX’s mysterious Big Bend Country.
So, if ever you should find yourself a traveler in this antiquated land, and happen come upon a solitary acheronian arch, one that’s lonely vigil places it somewhere out beyond any reality to which you are more comfortably accustomed, one through which the atmosphere appears to be distinctly murky and anomalous - take this advise from one denizen of this remote, dusty domain: Please... Do be careful. Remember Spock and McCoy’s experience on Sarpeidon. Sometimes that passage back, is not so easily located.
Here is a link to one such variation on these stories, published in the Tucson Weekly: “Mysteries In The Mountains”.
I once camped on a desolate, rocky mesa after unsuccessfully “riding fence” all day, looking for a line break that had let some uninvited stock into one of the properties that I manage. It was near the sight of an ancient pit house complex, that had once been inhabited by the people of the ancient Mogollon culture, about 1000 years previous. By sundown the wind was blowing more softly than its usual harsh, sand-laden rasp: though, a calèche haze still obscured the nearly full moon. As I lay there waiting for sleep to find me, and listening for the subtle foraging sounds of my equid friends down below on the grassier draw, I slowly became aware that I was not as alone up there, as I had at first assumed. Out, nearly beyond the range of my flashlight, seemingly bipedal figures appeared to be moving about in the dusky shadows, occasionally silhouetted against the darkened sky. Calling out to them returned no response. Since they were already (or I had - foolishly - made them) aware of my presence, I could only wait for "whatever" to transpire. But, to my chagrin, first-light found me as seemingly alone as I had originally assumed.
Investigation of the ground reveled no sign of my visitors’ passing. And to this day, I do not know who “they” were: drug smugglers, Illegals, wayward hikers, ... ? Whomever they were, they were highly skilled at the art of leaving no trace. Even such unyielding, rocky ground, will usually tell you something, if you know how to ask: freshly loosened stones along an arroyo; a disturbance of the desert’s stabilizing microbial crust; a shine on the seep grass, at dawn, down by the cienega. - Something!? But on that night, La Grande Soledad had chosen to keep her secrets.
Thinking back to this mystery, always causes me to reflect on more than one of the local legends, and to wonder about my furtive phantoms true origins.
It is said by many long-time locals (Native Americans, Mexicans, and Anglos alike) that under certain conditions - the Hoodoos, "walk". Hoodoos are the strange, oddly configured adobe pillars, that sometimes occur off the sides of eroding canyons. As water flows around then, they cutaway from the original strata that “gives them birth”. But, it is said, during the telling of innumerable campfire yarns, that these golem-like mud monsters sometimes vivify, and “walk”. Could the movement of my flashlight simply have appeared to animate these forms; just as the campfires, or torches of long ago travelers may have? Or ... could something else, even stranger, out there in the desolate darkness have inspired these curious stories?
Long before Rod Serling's Twilight Zone episode, “Beyond The Rim”; even longer before Harlan Ellison's “City on the Edge of Forever”(TOS) with its time access entryway, or even the twice seen “Guardian of Forever”(TOS and TAS), there was a story of an odd place, in the seldom explored regions of the USA’s desert southwest, where time is... “not logical”. A place so strange that its encounter would drive those unfortunates who blundered into it, quite mad! Many of its shaken witnesses are said to report specters similar to those that I experienced; apparitions that come and go through similar “doors”, leaving little behind, save an infrangible sense of astonishment. Unfortunately, for investigators, this gate way was said to be located in a multiple number of long forgotten places, along both sides of the US/Mexican borderlands: the wastelands of CA’s Mojave; Arivaca to “Portal” AZ; or the lava tubes of El Malpais: The Burning Land of Frozen Fires, or The Pyramid Mts in NM; even down in TX’s mysterious Big Bend Country.
So, if ever you should find yourself a traveler in this antiquated land, and happen come upon a solitary acheronian arch, one that’s lonely vigil places it somewhere out beyond any reality to which you are more comfortably accustomed, one through which the atmosphere appears to be distinctly murky and anomalous - take this advise from one denizen of this remote, dusty domain: Please... Do be careful. Remember Spock and McCoy’s experience on Sarpeidon. Sometimes that passage back, is not so easily located.
Here is a link to one such variation on these stories, published in the Tucson Weekly: “Mysteries In The Mountains”.
So then, knowing that, and when, my father had died, even though I had absolutely no knowledge of where he was, or how he was, and absolutely no contact with any one that even knew him, for well over half of my lifetime, was not all so amazing?!
*sniffle*
I am right now very disappointed with my nonexistent telepathic abilities!
*she uttered, mildly sarcastically, in her esoteric, near Gypsyesque accent *
Condolences about your dad.
But no, it's not amazing. It falls under the category of weird, but statistically possible. I also wouldn't be surprised if you're letting hindsight interfere with your memory of the event.
Your telepathic abilities are nonexistent. *he said, flatly, without a trace of sarcasm*
No, no hindsight was involved. Coincidence - possibly, though, highly improbably. This was all, exactly as it was. And documented by the social worker who was in charge of his case (he died a horrible, slow, death of asbestosis toxemia).
I am sorry if such things bother some people. But somethies these occurances do happen.
