My weirdest thing was a recurring dream. Long story short, it was always this huge old mansion with secret rooms and loaded to the gills with antiques and clothes..you name it. I'd always drive by it and stop and end up getting lost and looking for cool stuff. But I was always looking for something and the house was never ending.
This went on for years. Then one night I had a dream I was out driving in my convertible on a big prairie and all of a sudden on a knoll a house comes into view. The closer I get I realize it is the house I have been dreaming about for years, but for real. It is hard to explain the sensation. It was "real" to me. I freaked myself out and woke up, it was a lucid dream and I blew it.
Doesn't sound so magical, but it was.
I have had lots of things happen that I think "Wow, how weird is this!?" coincidences and the like, or even fate perhaps. I think there is something, like fate, I have had many close calls in life, and yet here I am, still.
Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast!