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Let's shake things up a little.

What's the strangest thing that ever happened to you? Let's restrict this to super-wierd, paranormal, or downright unexplainable things, not everyday stuff like "it amazed me that I actually passed Statistics 202" or things like that.

I'll start:

When I was six, maybe seven years old, it was time for the Fall line-up of brand-new Saturday-morning cartoons to kick off. I was excited beyond measure, barely able to get to sleep Friday night. I woke up, brimming with anticipation, turned on the T.V., and lo--no cartoons.

I switched the channels. No cartoons anywhere. I switched them all again. Still nothing.

Utterly befuddled, I wandered into the kitchen and asked my mom why none of the cartoons were on. She gave me a wierd look and told me it was Sunday.

I tried to argue with her, saying no, I went to bed just last night and woke up wanting to watch the cartoons. She argued right back, saying that there were never cartoons on Sunday. I refused to back down, but she stuck to her guns just the same.

I eventually had to conclude that she was right--it was indeed Sunday. Somehow I had missed, ENTIRELY MISSED, a whole day of my life. I had, and still have, have ZERO memories of the supposed Saturday between when I went to bed Friday night and when I woke up again Sunday morning.

Now, I'm sure there's a rational explanation for this--for example, my mother never said anything about me being missing for an entire day--but I couldn't, and still can't, remember doing a single thing during what should've been Saturday. NO MEMORIES WHATSOEVER, and it was only the next day!

Now, if I was that excited for Saturday morning cartoons only the night before, how could I have utterly forgotten about them for an entire day? And even granting that, how could I have suddenly remembered them the very next morning as though nothing had happened? And even granting both of those unlikelihoods, how could I have completely lost ANY AND ALL memories of anything and everything that had supposedly transpired a mere 24 hours or less previously?

So, that's my story. That's the strangest thing that ever happened to me.

Your turn!

That is really weird! Do you remember going to school that Friday?

It would have been interesting if you had, by chance, asked your Mom what you guys did that Saturday where you couldn't remember anything.

Maybe you went to an amusement park or something and was so tired, you just forgot. That is really weird, though!

Shades, I think you were abducted. They put a clone in your place who watched cartoons for you, slim. That's deep.

The strangest thing that ever happened to me was a dream I had when I was 12. I had a dream in which I was standing in front of a black coffin trimmed in gold. I did not know who was in it, but I found myself reaching for a red rose from the spread on top. My mom was dating a really nice man at the time, and a few months after the dream (which I found it hard to shake off), they came to me and told me he had been diagnosed with cancer. I knew then who was in that coffin.

I began to withdraw from this man, because I was tired of burying people I loved. Sure enough, he lost the battle to cancer. It started in his lungs and spread. They buried him in a black coffin with gold trim, and there was a spread of red roses on top. At the gravesite, I went and got one, and kept it for years. When we moved overseas, somehow I lost it.

I think only the grief of the day kept me from feeling that weird sense of deja vu that comes with dreams like these. Because a few months later I had a dream I was doing math homework in a hotel room. A few months after that my mom re-married and we moved to Germany. It was my 8th grade year, and we lived in a hotel for 4 months. I was struggling with Algebra (hate math), and I remember getting this "I've been here" sensation while looking at the page.

It's happened (the dreams) about two or three times since then. Once was in my senior english class, and it was the weirdest thing, being able to speak (very lowly) along with my classmates as they were conversing with one another, I knew what they were going to say, and I don't know why.

I can't channel this, it just happens occasionally. Now, when I get that feeling, I sit up and pay attention, because I think I'm being warned that something in the situation needs to be changed. I think I avoided a fight with my mom like that once.


Another weird thing:

The week my Dad took sick and died, he was supposed to take me back to my mother, as we had not been getting along. I've known how to read tarot cards since I was about 16, and back then when really frustrated about the future, I'd do a reading. I did one the saturday he took sick. I asked "when will I be able to go home?" You can do a reading in which you almost predict time. Well, my reading said "five days". Five days later, dad died. And indeed I was free to go home in a sense, because the illness which kept him bedridden was gone now that he had passed. It was another five days before I actually went back to my mother, but I never forgot that reading. I feel like I predicted the day of my father's death without knowing what I was doing.

It's also weird, and a blessing as well, that he asked me to come live with him when he did. Had my dad died and I been up here, I would have gone insane very quickly. We fought that whole six months (couldn't get him to work), but at least I got to see him, and at least there were a few days out of that time when there was happiness. I feel blessed that I got that much. And I think that in the midst of that hell, someone was watching out for me.


But seriously, Shades....you need to start looking for weird marks on you, scars and stuff, points of insertion where they stuck needles in you. They didn't give you an anal probe, did they? Ever fart fire?

There was the time I was sitting down and reading a book when I reached for a class of water. I had forgotten that I had moved it last time I got up and it was out of reach. I mentally thought "Come here you stupid thing" (wasn't looking). I turned and the glass was sliding sporadically towards my outstretched arm. For a few seconds I could control where it was going and moved it different ways. Then it flew into the air and spilled the water all over. Not sure what that was about.

Another time I had lost something precious to me. I hunted through the apartment for over an hour when I remembered a guy had argued that the past was mutable and that if you envisioned putting something somewhere it would be there. On a lark I tried it and picked a place I had searched three time. It was there........ Perhaps I am mad.

The Nehor wrote:There was the time I was sitting down and reading a book when I reached for a class of water. I had forgotten that I had moved it last time I got up and it was out of reach. I mentally thought "Come here you stupid thing" (wasn't looking). I turned and the glass was sliding sporadically towards my outstretched arm. For a few seconds I could control where it was going and moved it different ways. Then it flew into the air and spilled the water all over. Not sure what that was about.

Another time I had lost something precious to me. I hunted through the apartment for over an hour when I remembered a guy had argued that the past was mutable and that if you envisioned putting something somewhere it would be there. On a lark I tried it and picked a place I had searched three time. It was there........ Perhaps I am mad.

The 'strange experiences' don't count when you're on drugs.

Who Knows wrote:The 'strange experiences' don't count when you're on drugs.

For the record I was completely sober. Only thing I'd ingested in last 6 hours was honey nut cheerios.

The Nehor wrote:For the record I was completely sober. Only thing I'd ingested in last 6 hours was honey nut cheerios.

You didn't snort them did you?

Y'all muhfuccas are crazy!

I'm jealous. I've never had anything real 'strange' happen to me. Unless you want to count my first trip to the temple.

Who Knows wrote:I'm jealous. I've never had anything real 'strange' happen to me.

I'm the same way...I'd welcome an alien's anal probe just to break up the routine of daily life....uh scratch that.