Premonitions
When I was 14 I had a really scary dream about being run over. A few days later, as I gently bounced off the front of a volvo who seemed incapable of indicating, I found this vaguely reassuring.
Last week 'emadex' managed to respond to this weeks question a good five days ahead of time, so it would only be courteous to ask: What spooky premonitions have you had?
( , Thu 18 Nov 2004, 19:52)
When I was 14 I had a really scary dream about being run over. A few days later, as I gently bounced off the front of a volvo who seemed incapable of indicating, I found this vaguely reassuring.
Last week 'emadex' managed to respond to this weeks question a good five days ahead of time, so it would only be courteous to ask: What spooky premonitions have you had?
( , Thu 18 Nov 2004, 19:52)
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Getting my psychic priorities sorted...
Whilst living at home with the mater and pater cooking, I seemed to always(ok, often) know when my tea was ready about 10 minutes before it was.
Fair do's I've gotta good sense of smell, but grub would be at a very different time every night (i.e. whenever they could be arsed making it) and I'd often be a good 1-15 miles away from home (my nose ain't that bloody good!)
This was often handy as I'd be expected the irate phone call, "This isn't a cafe you know... so ungrateful you kids today.... blah blah" off aforementioned parentage and would have time to think up a good excuse/lie for being at a random mates house getting stoned far away from the steaming nuptials.
Now I'm a poor studenty type living away from home and the powers have left me *sniff* so I tend not to eat so much; am relying on the 'liquid diet' for much needed sustenance
I'm hoping to tune the skill to other people's meals, especially like those cartoon scenarios where faceless housewives leave oh-so-fresh pie on windowledges.
All that said I still think I'm a fruitcake coz psychicnessness is a big pile of balls
(hmmm, I'm a walking conundrum...)
why can't life be more like cartoons? :'(
( , Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:39, Reply)
Whilst living at home with the mater and pater cooking, I seemed to always(ok, often) know when my tea was ready about 10 minutes before it was.
Fair do's I've gotta good sense of smell, but grub would be at a very different time every night (i.e. whenever they could be arsed making it) and I'd often be a good 1-15 miles away from home (my nose ain't that bloody good!)
This was often handy as I'd be expected the irate phone call, "This isn't a cafe you know... so ungrateful you kids today.... blah blah" off aforementioned parentage and would have time to think up a good excuse/lie for being at a random mates house getting stoned far away from the steaming nuptials.
Now I'm a poor studenty type living away from home and the powers have left me *sniff* so I tend not to eat so much; am relying on the 'liquid diet' for much needed sustenance
I'm hoping to tune the skill to other people's meals, especially like those cartoon scenarios where faceless housewives leave oh-so-fresh pie on windowledges.
All that said I still think I'm a fruitcake coz psychicnessness is a big pile of balls
(hmmm, I'm a walking conundrum...)
why can't life be more like cartoons? :'(
( , Fri 19 Nov 2004, 13:39, Reply)
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