User:Hypnagogia/Coincidences

Similar to "Earthly Creepies", stuff that is apparently not paranormal, but still pretty mind-blowing.

Some people say that they don't believe in coincidences. If something happens, you can be sure someone wanted it that way.

Some people are also haunted by the number 23 and have street lights go out when they pass under them. To hell with those people.

I'm not putting Deja Vu stories under "Dreams" because the author typically doesn't get way into details, and the dream itself is not the focus, the coincidence aspect is.

=COINCIDENCES=


 * Whenever I'm talking to someone, usually on the tv/radio/music a word I'll just be saying will be said on the tv/radio/music. This happens nearly everyday. For instance, I'll be saying "It nearly hit my face!" and then on tv it'll go "blahblah FACE!". It's very weird. ▪


 * Daddy Fantastic: Not really creepy, but one day someone knocked on my door and it turned out to be a friend from work. Only, he didn't stop by to see me. In fact, he had never been to my house and had no idea what my address was. He was actually picking up a girl for a date, and transposed two of the building numbers. In a city of over 250,000 people, he accidentally ends up visiting someone he knew. ▪


 * Duckshirt: Well, one time I was working in my uncle's body shop, a few of us took a lunch break, we ate. I went to the coffee machine to make some coffee. One of the guys who I was working with was also a police officer, a real nerdy type of cat, shaved head, like 6 foot 6, fellow Beck fan. He comes into the room and makes some comment about the coffee machine and seeing some "jewish looking" guy fumbling around with it, then leaving the office area without a word. I decide to make a dumb joke; "hgeheh well I don't see what 'jewish looking' has to do with it... maybe he just wanted coffee and you're a disgusting skinhead nazi pig... /I saw that tattoo on your neck/" Instantly, he goes white. He looks at my uncle and says "wh.. you told him?". I laugh as if it was part of the joke and he was really loving good at looking shocked. He walks over to me and pulls down his collar to reveal the back of his neck. "*SS*" I go "uh.....". "um......" "what" Apparently it was some family ranch tattoo thing, a few guys at the shop had seen it and accused him, jokingly, of being a neo nazi. It became a running joke between everyone, but I hadn't yet heard of it. I'd only been there about a week. I remember specifically thinking in my mind about saying "chest" due to American History X, but somehow my mouth said "neck". I spent the next few minutes eating vicodin and questioning my own existence.


 *  Cancer  Every good math teacher I have ever had has either gotten cancer, or had a close relative get cancer within the first year. My math 10 teacher got cancer. My advanced math ten teacher had to quit because his wife got and died of cancer. My Accounting teachers mother died of cancer. To continue my bad run it has spread to my family. When I decide to befriend a family member after many years they now get cancer. I currently have 3 family members with bad cancer right now. I don't know what the gently caress. I actually consider it to be a bad coincidence. Oh and as a side thing because I have been using the word cancer so much... my astrological sign is apparently cancer (I don't believe in that astrology poo poo) ▪

Relationship Tree
I have a bonsai tree.

My now-ex-who-was-at-the-time-my-girlfriend got it at her mom and stepfather's wedding, which I went to, where they had gotten bonsais for all the table centerpieces. After dinner my ex went around and picked out her favorite to take home.

A week later, I come over to her house, and she's upset. She shows me the tree, and tells me it's been dropping a lot of leaves. I realize it's because she's been watering it all wrong, and promise to take care of it, because i have a green thumb for some reason. That's when she called it "Our Relationship Tree." I, recognizing that we're probably looking at a very sick little tree and not wanting her to read into the sickness too much, ask her not to call it that.

7 months later, we've been having some problems, arguing a lot, etc. I go back to my parent's home for a few days, while she goes on a ski trip with friends. I don't expect her back till the Thursday or Friday, and return to my student house on the Wednesday.

I remember walking into my room, and suddenly realizing that the tree had gone from totally healthy to half dead. *Exactly* half the leaves had shriveled up and fallen off, all on one side. It was as if someone had taken a live tree and a dead tree, cut them both in half along a perfectly straight line, and attached halves from opposite trees. There was half a healthy tree, and half of a leafless tree, separated by a completely flat plain through the tree.

5 hours after I got back in town, she showed up in town, having arrived a full day earlier than I expected. And that's when she broke up with me.

That incident, combined with a few other really drat creepy things that have happened (all centered around our relationship) have lead me to question my old Atheist stance, and seriously consider the presence of a God. A God who is, at the very least, trying to soften the blows for me. ▪

=DEJA VU AND FORESIGHT=

Deja Vu

 * Arcadesole: I constantly get feelings of Deja Vu, and cannot remember my dreams, and I wonder sometimes if my dreams are of the future.


 * Modeski: I get that too sometimes. Let's say I'm overhearing two people talking. In my mind I'll hear what they said and think "I knew they were going to say exactly those words!", then I'll think, "and I knew I was going to know what they were saying". It's really weird. More often than not I'll just get normal deja vu, but it'll be completely overwhelming for a few seconds.


 * Angry Guacamole: Gah, poo poo, I hate this. I'll have a dream, and the months, maybe year later, I'll have completely forgotten it, and it'll happen. I get this feeling of dread when it happens that if I don't change some aspect of it when I realize it's happening, something really bad'll happen.


 * Pochoclo: Glad to see I'm not the only one with the frequent Deja-vu. I dream about boring, commonplace events all the time, but it's always in unusual detail. Most of them become a reality, but really, it's quite likely it's coincidence, since as I said, they're commonplace events, like, talking with a certain person in a certain room, near a bookcase. Sometimes I dream of places I've never visited, and then I visit those places, but some buildings are all the same (big public old buildings, modern offices, etc). It doesn't freak me out since I've been living with it since I can remember, I'm just disappointed it's so loving useless. Gee whiz, I can predict I'll be looking at a tall building and a brown dog will bark at me. That's really useful.


 * Smam: I have a lot of the creepy deja vu "this has happened before" moments, a lot of eerie premonitions, and I've just come to terms with assuming I'm weird and trying not to mention it to most people. However, the creepiest inexplicable thing to happen to me lately is meeting my boyfriend. When I was 16 I wrote down a dream I had about meeting the perfect man and trying through the whole dream to talk to him but always failing somehow. There's a description of his physical appearance and everything. Now, at 22, I met my boyfriend and he is identical in every way to the man in the dream to the very tiniest detail. As we talked upon first meeting we discovered that while growing up we'd attended all the same concerts often sitting within touching distance of each other, had gone to all the same clubs, frequented all the same areas, met many of the same people, and he even bought his guitar from my father's store about 5 years ago and chatted with him about music. without knowing he was my dad and that I was very likely hanging out in the store at that very moment. All those times throughout the years we had likely passed within a foot of each other and maybe even noticed each other but never spoke. We have so much in common and have very nearly met so many times, it seems pretty freaking odd that we hadn't talked until now. We joke sometimes that we're actually secretly siblings or something because we're so alike. Although that would be goddamn horrific. 99% of the time, this is the obvious case. Your brain just shuffles things slightly and you feel like you're doing something over that you already did. In the case of my weird meeting with my boyfriend, it was creepy because I had written about it 6 years ago and put the journal away in a closet. Not long after I met the guy I dug the journal out because I remembered having a dream about someone like him and the description from 6 years ago matched him in the present day right down to things that were brand new about him (he'd never worn a beard until recently, he'd let his hair grow long because he was going to cut it so it hadn't been long back then, etc). Just a coincidence, surely, but a really weird one considering everything surrounding it. And I am sure there are the very occasional bouts of deja vu that just cant be explained by a brain skip, like my mother dreaming about OJ Simpson killing his wife a full year before the trial, or other similarly bizarre things. It's boring to believe every single thing in life can be explained away by our own brains malfunctioning. Coincidence is far more interesting and intriguing.


 * Backyard Blacksmith: I once had a fully coherent dream when i was about 12, wrote it down when I woke up, and two weeks later it came exactly true. Really boring stuff though, like a friend coming over, where everyone was standing, what was on the table, what people said. Not very interesting dream material, but creepy when it becomes true. ▪


 * Kerrek: I get fairly frequent deja vu, and what's been happening recently is that my deja vu won't be of the exact same experience, but of a slightly different experience if I had made different decisions earlier that day. Once, my sister and I made plans for my mother's birthday in a week, and we decided on flowers and dinner. Later than evening, I had a deja vu where I was in the same room, watching the same TV program, except the deja vu was a memory of me suddenly realizing, "Hey, my Mom's birthday is in a week! We need to plan something!" The deja vu was me being startled at forgetting my mom's birthday was so soon, but I had taken care of it already. Same thing on other occasions, where it'll be Sunday night and my deja vu self will think, "poo poo, my assignment's due! I haven't even started!" but I've already done the assignment earlier that day. I'm having deja vu of things that could have happened but didn't. ▪


 * Jabs: I used to have pretty "bad" deja vu, and it only happened in very specific circumstances. - I would dream that I was talking to some people I knew...except this one person in the group. However, the 'vibe' I had was that I did know them, so it was cool. - I'd wake up and VIVIDLY remember the dream. - Fast forward between one and two years. - Deja vu strikes. I remember my dream, and that feeling of "knowing but not knowing" the person makes sense. It's someone I'd befriended sometime between the dream and the reality. I would go for the '2ms' theory, save that I could always remember the specific time period when I'd had the dream, within about a month of accuracy. ▪

Foresight

 * scarycactusjunior: When I was younger I thought I could tell when people were going to die. I told a close friend he would die at 27 of cancer. He was healthy, 25, and did not have any family history of cancer. He didn't smoke or even drink all that much. The following year he was diagnosed with lymphoma, and died 2 months after his 27th birthday. I felt really bad about it, what if what I had said to him had influenced his attitude and will to survive? If I think someone's gonna get sick or die now, I just keep it to myself. ▪


 * Thuvia: One morning I was getting ready for work and this thought popped into my head that someone had knocked the driver's side mirror off my car that was parked across the street. I looked out the window at the car and everything was fine so I just went about my routine and got ready to leave. When I went out to get in the car I see that the mirror was tore off and laying in the street. ▪


 *  There Won't be Christmas : About seven years ago during Christmas, I had a dream where I walked downstairs to the kitchen and saw my dad crying. I asked him what was wrong and he said that he told me there was not going to be a Christmas this year because he lost his job and that he was going to kill himself. I talked my dad out of it and told him that I'd rather have my dad than have a Christmas. He then got happy and left looking for a job. I then got the Green Lantern ring and went on an adventure that doesn't matter in this thread. Why this dream was weird: I woke up after that dream and thought, "Wow, what an odd dream, until I got home one night and saw my dad crying at the kitchen table about there not being a Christmas... ▪

=DOPPLEGANGERS=


 * One time my friend and I coincidentally made identical looking characters in World of Warcraft. Go ahead and try to refute that I'll be here waiting. ▪

Mathemagician
I have a similar thing, where I'll have a dream and I'll be able to remember the location the dream occurs really well, like the way the buildings look and everything. Every once in a while as I'm out riding my bike recreationally, I'll go a way I've never gone before and sure enough, there's the location. Usually the dream events have nothing at all to do with what is going on there, but the location is spot on. Now one time this has happened, it was an area relatively near my house so I suppose I could have been there as a kid or something, but several times it's occurred in places I'm 100% sure I've never been before, like the first time I brought my bike to my college and went to an area I couldn't get to before because it was too far to walk and I had no car. Very strange.

The big thing though is a guy I call my doppleganger. For the first maybe year or so at college, sometimes through a crowd I would spot a guy that looked suspiciously like me: same hair, manner of clothing, gait, etc. Whenever I'd go in for a second look though, he'd be gone. Me and my roommate would get a kick out of it, and even he had spotted the guy a few times through a crowd or something.

At the start of my second year there they were renovating the dorm I live in, and a side effect of that was that they wired the fire alarms wrong. Result, the fire alarm would go off 2-3 times a week, sometimes are ludicrous times (4am during a blizzard, night before finals was my favorite).

One time the fire alarm goes off at about 3pm between some of my classes as I'm hanging out at the dorms, so like a good minion I trudge outside and wait for it to end. (Even though these 'alarms' were entirely accidental, you could get expelled if you stayed inside for some goddamn reason. Friend of mine got in deep poo poo over this once) But anyway, after it was over I went back inside, and since the way I normally go back in was flooded with people I went back in through a different stairwell. Which was completely empty (strange, considering the fire drill), except for one person: doppleganger.

I didn't recognize him at first, since he was walking down the stairs, but as soon as I noticed his hair, we both stopped moving, and he turned around and looked right at me. I noticed he was wearing a black jacket with a blue shirt, and I normally wore a blue jacket and a black shirt at that time. Getting a closer look at him, we looked virtually identical, down to the facial hair, except for the palette-swapped clothing. This moment passed and I went back to my room, and I noticed he was heading in the same direction. I flipped when I saw where he stopped: the room directly adjacent to mine.

I never saw him again. All attempts to ascertain his identity failed. I was and am still officially freaked out. ▪

=PSYCHIC LINK=
 * Part of Everything: During December of 1986 when I was 6, my grandma, who was a wonderful woman and the rock of our family, went into the hospital for lung cancer. Her condition declined over several weeks, and one night the hospital called to say that she was in critical condition and it might be a good idea if my parents went to be with her. Not being able to find a babysitter at short notice, my uncle and aunt offered to let me stay at their place for the night. I slept in my cousin's room, who was the same age as me. In the wee hours of the morning I woke up, just suddenly bolt upright wide awake. It was pitch black in the bedroom and I had this overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and dread. I was not normally afraid of the dark but I felt very scared and alone at that moment. I remember looking at my cousin's clock, which said 2:36, I'll never forget that time. I tried to wake him up but he just snorted and rolled over. I was too scared to leave the room to find my aunt or uncle, so I just pulled the covers up over my head and cried a bit till I fell back asleep. I kept feeling those horrible feelings the whole time and had no idea why. I hadn't had a nightmare or anything... The next day, my dad came to pick me up and told me that my grandma had died during the night. It wasn't till years later that I mentioned to my mom about waking up that night and how scared I was, and she gave me a funny look and said that my grandma had died at exactly 2:36am. That was a little creepy. And in my whole life, I've never felt as hopeless and sad as I did that night.


 * Jenkin: I should say in advance that my grandmother was in the hospital and we had been told 'any day now' for weeks, but one night I was particularly restless and stayed up all night and felt like she had died. My mother called me the next morning to say she'd gone in the middle of the night. It wasn't completely inexplicable by any means given what was going on, but all the same I'll never forget that night and that feeling.

=GIANT INVISIBLE HAND=
 * When I was young and stupid I got really drunk at the party, got in my car and headed home. Right before highway entrance my transmission failed saving my life (I was really really drunk). Could not really explain this one...