I have a lot of unexplainable things happen to me. I sometimes know things about people that they’ve never told me. I’ll talk to people and not even know what I said. I can remember one such conversation with my grandmother. When I was finished, she was just dumbfounded by what I said. She told me she never thought of it that way, I was right, and so very smart. I was all sorts of confused because I don’t remember what I said. Heck, I don’t even remember talking.
Then I have the story I shared in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Dreams and the Unexplainable. I still get a little weirded out by that one.
Another time I somehow avoided an accident that looked certain to occur. I still can’t explain how I dodged that bullet!
Last night, it happened again. I shot up out of bed and apparently ran into my kitchen. I wasn’t even really awake. I didn’t become aware of what I was doing until the pot of forgotten ramen steaming on the stove made a loud popping sound. My 16-year-old son had decided to make ramen but fell asleep before it was finished. The water was almost completely boiled away and it was still steaming and had not started smoking. If it had remained maybe 10 more minutes, the smoke detectors would have woken the entire family up and the ramen potentially burn down the house.
I did not know that over-cooked ramen looks like mashed potatoes. Ewwww…