[dr_lew]

I can’t remember all the details, but what they found was that seconds before the subject reported making a conscious decision to stop the clock, signals were already building up in the muscles that controlled the trigger.

I have conscious experience of this phenomenon, from my habit of playing the ancient game of "Toejam and Earl" ( 1891 ... oops, I guess 1991 )

In the course of play, one can open various "presents" in the form of gift wrapped boxes, which can be good or bad. The worst, in my estimation, is the RANDOMIZER, which causes all the present wrappers, or boxes, to be reset at random, relative to the contents, which otherwise are identified, once having been opened.

Well, anyway, this creates a great tension between wanting to open "unkown" presents ( identified by "???" ) and waiting to have them identified by paying the Carot Man ... it's complicated.

But suffice it to say that this tension between opening, and not opening becomes palpable, and on many occasions, despite a stern conviction NOT to open an unknown present ( lest it be the RANDOMIZER ) I will feel overcome by an urge to do so, and in effect helplessly stand by while it happens. ... Weird!

[sparklite2]

Sounds like a great game.

My life’s oddity has occurred three times. Once as a kid.
I was playing whatever that game is on the back of a checker board. I looked at my opponent and said, “You’re about to roll a double six.” Which he proceeded to do.

I did the same thing with a fiance at the kitchen table as my son watched. Double sixes.

I have never predicted double sixes without it happening. I just ‘know’ what’s coming.

The other time, I was shooting craps with some co-workers and my cousin after work. Gambling makes me a little nervous, probably because I’m such a cheap skate, so I only played a little. But my cousin, unbeknownst to me, was making massive side bets on my dice throwing. When I found out about it, and asked him why, he said dice had a thing for me. Maybe so.