I have just become a resident of western Oregon, The weather was good when I first moved out here in august, now its pretty rainy and cold, and now, once a month I have to throw a duffel bag on the back of my ninja motorcycle and drive 300 miles for business.
One time, upon my venture home, the clouds started dripping so I pulled to the side of the highway and put on some Gortex clothes and hopped back on my bike. I ended up running into a horrible rain that resulted in me having to ride at 45 mph for almost 1.5 hours on the freeway. During this rain a PT Cruiser came up from behind and passed me with his right wheels in my lane, roughly a foot from my handle bars, I became very scared for my life at that moment, or shortly after, I envisioned lots of rain and me passing a semi-truck to the right or just a semi being on the left of me, and than me crashing and somehow ending up my bike to my right and my bike on its left hand side, and I think I was sliding and/or I hit something. Well, I kept thinking about this every time I went for a ride and it was the least bit wet outside, this went on for about 3 months.
This passed weekend I heard about horrible weather on the way. So, I decided to take the greyhound to be safe. Once I got there a guy I know who I couldn't get a hold of before, (which is why I took the bus) He told me that he would give me a ride home. On the way home we talked about politics, religion and what ever else, then I put in a dip of Copenhagen and I ended up taking a little nap, I had a dream of a spider crawling on my hand while pushing metal buttons that looked like they were on a pay phone, I my head sprung forward and I woke up, he started laughing, I told him what happened and that I have had previous dreams that have been coming true, I went on to tell him about how I had this vision that I had about it being very rainy and about the semi and me wrecking, he than told me that the same things happen to him (dreams that come true). Well, that was Sunday night when we were talking,
Monday night after dinner, I looked at my clock and realized that I missed a class; then I realized my clock wasn't set an hour back due to daylight savings, and then got my backpack, put on my riding pants, a hooded sweatshirt then a nice heavy Columbia jacket. At that time it's raining profusely outside. I put on my helmet and headed to school. On the way, I wanted to take a short cut so I turned to the right lane and zoomed in front of a semi-truck and took a left in front of the truck, then another left into a K-Mart parking lot. They have a lot of parking lot lights and it glared off the raindrops on the windscreen of my helmet so I couldn't see anything. The next thing I know I get ejected from my bike, get up and my bike is laying on its left hand side. And my bike and I went about 15 feet from where I hit this curb in the middle of the lot. It is now the next day and I'm soar as heck, but I'm Ok. My bike has seen better days, and I'm sitting here pondering if I'm some kind of psychic.
Thinking about it, it was just barely 24 hours after I told him that so this is so very weird. Any comments? Feel free to let me know.