This not a "things that go bump in the night" experience, but intriguing none-the-less. This experience took place in Melbourne, around 1991. I was about 20 years old on my O.E. I was working part-time as a cleaner at a boys High School in a suburb called Toorak. Not exactly glamorous work cleaning toilets used by hundreds of teenage boys, but it was job and it gave me enough money to my bills and with a bit left over for beer and drumsticks.
Being a young, semi-bum I didn't own a car so I cycled everywhere, including to and from my cleaning job. I had been working there for a good year so I had a very set and efficient routine; I took my bike outside, spun the pedal around to get the foot-thingy in the right place, jumped on, sped down the road about 150 meters to a very busy intersection. If the light was red, I would either do (or try to do) the balance thing where you remain stationary and then looking at the other traffic light changing, anticipate the green light and the second it changed, power off at a great rate of knots.
Anyway, one day, no different than any other, it was time to go to work. But this day seemed different. Something was just slowing me down. I wasn't feeling tired, depressed, ill or anything like that. But I got my bike from my room and took it outside, and something, like a voice in my mind, was saying "Slow down, take it easy, no rush, take your time". I clearly recall trying to get the pedal-thingy (what ARE those called?) and seeing it spin around and around almost in slow motion but I was not the least bit concerned and felt I had all the time in the world. There was NO rush.
I finally had my toe in it and I casually pushed off and rolled down the hill towards the intersection. I trundled up to the red light and put my foot down on the road. I still had a very strong sensation to not rush and to take my sweet time. I saw the other light turning orange, so I looked down at that pedal-thingy and tap-tap-tap around it went as I tried to put my foot in it.
Now usually at this point I would be starting to move off, both feet in the pedals, ready to rapidly accelerate down the road (remember being 20 years old?) usually level with the first car next to me or just behind it. Now the light turned green and the first car had already moved off, and I had casually begun cycling about even with the second car (unheard of for me).
Just then I suddenly heard the roaring of an engine from the left. I only had time to glance up to see a car come hurtling down the hill probably doing 80-90 kmph, no braking what-so-ever, shoot through the red light and attempt to pass between the first car and the second car that I was next to. Literally a couple of meters in front me, it smashed a glancing blow into the front of the second car and careered through the intersection before coming to a screeching halt about 50 meters down the road.
I remember I kept cycling and looking back, in a very detached way, at the car thinking "Holy Crap!" but wasn't shocked or having any "how close was that!?" thoughts. It was if the whole experience was playing out as if it should have. Only later on did the realization hit me of how prior to that incident, I had been somehow "slowed down" by someone / thing. I have no doubt that had I carried out my normal routines of powering through that intersection, I would have been hit by that car and the outcome would not have been good!
The next day I was back to my usual, fast speedy routine but I did tend to look to that left side hill for a few days after!
I now believe a guide was looking after me that day, as I was somehow able to "know" that a car was due to speed through that red light. How that knowledge came to my mind is one of those mysteries that keeps life interesting, and is reassuring that we are looked after.
I know I'm not alone with these kinds of warnings and it would be great to hear from others with their theories.