I'm currently driving for my ex boss's airport transportation company until I get a local trucking job.

He just called me with a very unusual story. He said that while he was driving in Naples, here in Florida, that a security guard called him on his cell phone asking my boss how much time they needed for a trip to the airport, for a private jet. My boss said that since it's a private jet, they won't mind waiting an extra a few minutes if your late because they won't make money unless they have passengers, and that it would take around 45 minutes from Naples.

The security guard found that amusing and laughed, and said thanx and hung up. 10 minutes later the guard called back and told my boss if he'd be intereseted in picking up Engelbert Humperdinck from the Naples Hilton.

I asked my boss how the guard got your number, and he said that some hotel front desk person recommended his company. His company only has 2 1996 Lincoln town cars and a 1996 Dodge caravan, which I drive for work. You'd think that the front desk would have called some fancy shmancy top of the line Limo company with a stretch.

Go figure, but my boss was elated to say the least, and is going to pick him up some time this afternoon.

The weird thing is that the other day while I was driving, I kept hearing about Engelbert's performance here at a local arena. The sales pitch kept saying how to order tickets, and they were playing excerpts of his song, and I was saying to myself...yeah...let me rush down to the ticket office and buy a ticket...jokingly...like yeah right ok...lol

Can you imagine the odds?

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The other strange story happened to me this morning when I was sleeping. I was dreaming that I was living with an old roommate back in N.Y. about 11 years ago. He kept getting a phone call and after a few rings he'd pick up the phone and the person on the other line would hang up. This continued to happen about 4 or 5 more times.

Now here's where the dream gets spooky. The next time the phone rang, my roommate was outside and couldn't get to the phone. So I picked it up and the person hungup, but before he or she hung up, I was trying to see if I could get the number off the screen on the mobile house phone. I just couldn't read the whole thing , but I did manage to get the name and the first 3 numbers.

Now I know we have a member here named Benmas, and that was the name I saw, and the first 3 numbers were 943. What that means I have no idea...lol

The scary part is that my roommate finally came back in the house and the phone rang again, but this time I told him to quickly get a pen and that he might be more successful than I in getting the whole number. As he answered the phone, he began to scribble something down so fast and unreadable to me, but i just kept watching and watching. He must've wrote a paragraph in scribble.

Now I must say I'm not religous at all. I believe in spirituality, but not organized religion. Having said that, as soon as he was finished with the scribbling, he rushed downstairs and I followed him asking him what the heck he was doing. He didn't answer me. As he left the house and got into his car, a lady friend showed up at the front door with her young daughter.

Both the woman, her child and I were standing there in amazement, as my roommate jumped in his car and started to drive in circles. As he was doing this I could see his face, but as he was turning, his head was shape shifting into a reptile form, and as he came back around it went back to normal, and as he drove areound his face shifted again, and again.

As he was going around in circles, I was hearing very loud voices in my head of a preacher or someone with great authority shouting and warning of the second coming. Then the shouting got louder. More talk about repentance on so on....about being ready for his glorious return.....and so on. At one moment, I forget what he was saying, but he said something very loud, and a flock of birds in the hundreds, which were sitting across the street suddenly flew into the air as if they were spooked by something.

I immediately woke up, and very thirsty. So I went to the kitchen and wanted to rinse out a cup, so I can fill it with fresh water, but the water was not running. As I went to the phone to call the owner of the house I'm staying at the moment, I got the call from my boss, telling me about Engelbert Humperdinck.

Very very strange dream. I think I'll lay off eating before I go to bed...lol