I vividly remember this one example. It was a Saturday night at like 3ish ... was driving home in my truck from a night of spectating at the street races. I was driving northbound on Westshore to go home (I live off of Westshore) and right as I got into the twisties (around Bay to Bay) I was lead footing it. Like prolly 45+ in a 30. I'm cruising along and about the time I hit the last light in the twisties (I forget the street name but it's the last light before the bullshit one at Culbreath Isles) I get this picture of a random cop in my mind. It wasn't a clear picture, it was just a vague image of a cop in uniform...no clear face, but the uniform was unmistakeable. So I slowed down to 30, and as I came upon Culbreath Isles, I looked off in the grass to my left. There, sure enough, was a marked patrol car, lights off, with a little red led on his dash. He was running his laser radar. He didn't bother me, but had I not listened to the little bastard in my mind (whatever it is) I prolly would have gotten another ticket.