We spend a lot of time here talking about movies that commonly deal with the supernatural.  Has anybody here ever actually had a supernatural experience?  Ever seen a ghost, felt a presence, or experienced some unexplained phenomenon?  Ever had a psychic moment (deja vu, precognition, telepathy, etc.).  Pulled off any Jedi mind tricks or telekinesis?  Anybody with a relative or two who can read tea leaves or what have you?  Have you ever looked out into the dark and seen something unexpected and inexplicable looking back?  

I would ask if anybody has experienced something horrific, but I figure that ought to be covered elsewhere (if at all). 

I, myself, have not (well...excluding a single vision when I was a child that was almost certainly a figment of my imagination); although, I have relatives and friends who have (or at least claim that they have) and am curious to hear about what might be out there.

I spend alot of time driving.  Once coming back from Norfolk late at night when I was dozing way past the point of needing to pull over-- I did fall asleep.  "Bubba!!!!!!!" was screamed into my ear--sounded like my grandmother's voice.  (yes--being the oldest sibling in my family--I've always been a Bubba)  Woke me wide awake I tell you.  Now whether that was my Grandma looking out for me or whether it was my subconsious survival mechanism-- I have no idea.  But grandma was certainly one of the strangest  birds among a very strange family.  I almost killed myself in a very bad accident years before from falling asleep.

As a youngster we did some things in the woods involving "black Magic"--but after over thirty years-- what is real and what is imagination?  And if you lined up a few of us, you'd get a few different stories.

I personally don't have faith --one of the reasons the whole religion/god/satan stuff fascinates me.  I do like to believe that we are meant for something more than just another link in the food chain-- but have no proof of that.  Hell--multiverse theories can explain most ghostly sightings.  When it comes down to it-- I just don't know and don't mind admitting it. 

I've felt deja vu.  I get a feeling in the mountains of belonging and a sadness when I leave.  My instincts have told me to leave certain places and then later I have found that it was good that I did.  I sometimes hear voices.  What does any of that mean?-- I haven't a fuckin' clue.   My family includes perpetrators and victims of some pretty gruesome stuff. 

I couldn't go out back on laundry day as a small boy because the two old women who lived next door told my mother they saw demons in my eyes and a black aura over me.  We could talk of curses and murders, of incest, abuse  and suicides.  But I still won't know what reality means or what exists beyond our senses or even what happens when we die.

Hell--good and evil even gets pretty blurry at times.  Good question, though.

Port Arthur in Tasmania, Aust. I'm from Victoria so me and the wife and a few friends went down there at the start of the year. Not only is it an old penal colony, it is the site of the (in)famous Port Arthur Massacre where 35 people were shot dead in 1996. That place is fucked up!!!! We went on the night ghost tour and i've never felt so off in my life. At one point we were standing in the old church there and I felt as if something was pulling my chest through my back from behind me. I was never 100% convinced of supernatural shit until then. Then we went to the dissection room which smelt like blood and bone fertilizer and the whole room was just wrong. We found out that the surgeons there used to do illegal autopsies on the dead prisoners. Half the chicks on the tour didn't make it through. The vibe was just evil. Cool, but evil.

Aside from the obvious (the smell and/or the knowledge of went on in there), can you try to describe what made the room "wrong?"  Could it be categorized as being as a sensation of some sort (a chill or a feeling in the pit of the stomach)?  Do you think you would have experienced it if you had had no idea what had gone on there?  I have a dim recollection of being in various situations and having a...for a lack of a better word, "perception"...of "wrongness," but it's been so long and I don't think I could have described the specifics even if I had been queried on the spot.

Thank you for playing along, BTW.

 If you don't mind me asking, how is it that your grandmother/family were strange?  The only person in my family who could have been even remotely described as a witch or anything like that would have been my maternal great, great grandmother Mariah who was--in hillbilly terminology--a granny woman.  She got this designation because she could serve as a midwife and was well-acquainted with herb craft.  However, she was also a devout Methodist back when they were pretty damned strict, and anybody who dared suggest that she practiced any sort of "witchcraft" would have been beaten by her within an inch of his/her life (she was quite formidable, and our family was functionally a matriarchy while she lived).

It's funny how all this stuff can happen (or at least appear to happen) but never leave us with any solid evidence one way or the other.  It's almost like the "powers that be" want to insure that we never completely doubt the possibility of paranormal but don't give us any hard proof of it's existence (reminds me of a scene from Beetlejuice).  The odd thing for me is that I find true believers in places where I was certain I would find skeptics.

The closest I've come to anything "paranormal" was from a research effort out of Virginia in which the researchers claimed to be parapsychologists out of a university there.  They had me fill a couple of forms over the course of the year asking me about my dreams and whether they ever predicted anything.

I do have faith (and I have always found the myriad variations on religious beliefs fascinating...if somewhat disturbing on occasion), but I certainly don't know what to make of this sort of thing either.  As I've said, I haven't experienced anything of this sort in which I could say for certain that something was happening, but I try to keep an open mind.  I don't know that there is any particular underlying meaning or purpose behind any of these phenomena.  Sometimes, it seems, a thing just is...for no rhyme or reason.  It's fun to speculate, though.  ;-)  

I've had a lot of experiences that could be described as "strange" in terms of potentially being of the supernatural. The coolest at the moment is the fact that the place that I bought in TN last year has a 125 year old log cabin on it that has been continually rehabbed through the years... but still has quite a history. There is a single family that owned that place and all the surrounding land in the "old days" and decendants of this family still live all through the county and throughout the valley where I live. Most claim to have "grown up" in that cabin/house. I was informed immediately after moving there by no less than three individuals that the cabin is considered "the most haunted place in the county". I was thrilled.... really!

I haven't seen real evidence of the supposed "haunting" in the place, but there was one fun incident where one of the relatives that lived in the place as a child came for a visit - really against her will since she is afraid of the place. I took her upstairs where I've remodeled and as we were walking by an area that is filled with art supplies and such on shelves and hooks on the wall one of the shelves suddenly collapsed with a CRASH and all the contents hurled loudly to the floor... it was this amazing timing thing... she comes upstairs, wide-eyed and scared of the "ghosts" that are reported to inhabit the place, and at the precise second that we walk by that table the shelf crashes down.

She literally screamed at the top of her lungs and sprinted town the stairs, got in her car and peeled out as she left the property. The whole county talks about it now... it was just about as perfect a moment as I could have ever hoped for. Still no ghosts that I've seen though... but there is a complete "hidden room" in the house that I discovered when I was replacing some stairs to the top floor... someone previously had put drywall over the entrance door and it's right in the middle of the house... very "Bad Ronald"...

As soon as I got in there i felt wierd. The room was underground and tiny and you could only fit like 10 or 15 people around the dissection table which was more like an altar of sacrifice. It even had a groove in the middle so they could do cross sections. Even before they told us what the room was I felt really tight in my chest like the air was thick and for a few seconds it was really hard to breathe. I got used to it but still felt very offish. The reason it smelled like blood and bone fertilizer was because there was a chute in the wall that led to an above ground chimney and instead of cleaning up the blood, they would take the ash from the chimeny and just rub it into the floor. Mind you this was over 150 years ago and you can still smell it. I don't think im too psychic or anything but my wife is very switched on to shit like that and she said it was the most uncomfortable part of the whole tour. There's heaps of corny bits and bullshitty stories to up the scare factor but that bit felt really genuine.

Peltablo the university you mention is UVA--they've done studies similar to the ones at Duke years ago.

As for my family--we're true southern gothic with all the good and bad that implies.  I sometimes think I've said too much on theses boards as it is so I won't dig too deep here, but we'll just say Grandma always seemed to speak to things that were not visibly present.  She showed me great kindness (I truly was one of her favorites--and possessed the ability to scare people at a very young age)She could see that I was "touched" as she would put it.  She was also completely complicit in some of the most horrible things that you can imagine.  She died two years ago--playing the harmonica in her deathbed just hours before she died. I still can't tell you whether she was "touched by the Spirit", insane, or both.  As for other family strangeness--we'll let those dogs sleep for now.  I don't believe confession relieves any guilt or burden.  Let's just say-- I believe without a shadow of a doubt in the existence of Evil, unseen presences, pyschic abilities, and other things as well.  I just have no one explanation for any of it--there are many. So I can offer no true deep understanding of "paranormal"--just anecdotes. And I don't know where the borders between real and unreal lie.  They change constantly for me.

I have passed the potatos to true evil and I don't believe it to be cool--true evil makes you want to run or vomit or both.  And Peltablo and Pony, the best advice I can give you is to leave immediately when you feel that "presence of wrongness"--we have instincts for a reason and if yours are sharp enough to tell you "something's not right here"--trust them.  I admire courage, but huge sections of graveyards are filled with the brave.  I, like you, love and enjoy pyschopathic killers like MM and Jason and Norman and Lecter on the screen.  There is no joy in their real life counterparts.

I've never really seen anything (directly, I mean. There are those dark shadows in the peripheral vision, but who can say), but the closet door to my room does open on its own accord. It's quite unsettling, especially when I'll home alone. It happens at least once a day. Also, I hear people talking at times, but when I get up to go check it out of course nobody is there.

As for things like deja vu... yeah that happens once in a while. I'll have a dream about something happening, but I won't remember it when I wake up. Then that thing will happen and I'm all, "Hey! I dreamed this some time ago..." It's like I only remember while it's goin on.

I don't uaually ever tell people the whole dream thing. The only time I've ever let others in on that (besides here) was at a camp during elementary. Then there was laughter and name calling all directed towards me... yeah I never mentioned it ever again.

Sometimes when I'm bored I try to move things with my mind, but it never works for me. Haha. Can you honestly say all men (and women) are created equal?

Sounds like a cool place you've got there.  I sometimes wonder if hauntings and visitations aren't subject specific.  What you described here is a perfect example of that.  You haven't experienced any aspect of the haunting yourself, but somebody comes in who has some sort of fundamental tie to the place, and just look at all of the fireworks (assuming it wasn't just a freak coincidence, of course).  Maybe hauntings are meant for some people but not so much for others. 

Although what I really wonder is why she would have come back for a visit, as you said, "against her will" since she was so afraid of the place.  I mean if I were afriad of someplace or something, I'd give it a wide berth and wouldn't come a-visiting.  Did she say is she had a particular reason for wanting to visit? 

 I personally believe that our dreams are more than a sub-consious activity,although at times I believe that may be all there is to them, at others I belive our minds may actually be contacting and/or linking up with some other place and time or even a possibility that exists for you in one universe ,but not in your own.  It can be a sobering prospect to imagine that there are more than one of you.  And does any bond exist between you and your other who is living somewhere else in the multiverse--and can you share thoughts and feelings with your other yous?

My favorite theory, Shelly, is multiverse theories.  (I like to infuse my sorcery with science)

Science has proven that a particle can exist in more than one place at the same time--gets very interesting when you take that further up the scale.

If multverse theory is correct and there are untold dimensions around us and beside us--some off from ours just a notch--some vastly different, then weak spots in the barriers between these universes and the existence of folks that have a perception beyond the norm can create seeming miracles such as time travel and precognition. 

What if ghosts are not the spirits of the dead, but just the image of someone in another place and time but existing at this moment--just at a slightly different co-ordinate in the multiverse.  You're either at a weak spot in the barrier, very perceptive, or maybe the "ghost" is projecting powerfully, or some combo of the three. 

Can some people actually physically cross these barriers?  It's amazing what possibilities exist just using CURRENT laws of physics--and there must still be so much to learn.  I believe that time is just as possible to travel as space once the multiverse is known and accepted and understood.   But I'm open to other possibilities--just my favorite at the moment---but wouldn't a being or race who fully understood this concept be like unto a god when they take knowledge and possibilities from one place and time and applied them in another-- just like the early Europeans when they arrived on other shores.

I've scared myself with physics before and had to stop thinking along some lines of possibilities.

That's a good question - it was during Thanksgiving and she is one of 7 siblings that grew up in that house and still live near by. One of the sisters has become an acquaintance and is over fairly regularly - the friend sister pestered the scared sister to come by.

The sister that is a friend is afraid of the place a bit too, but less dramatically. She's a middle-aged country woman who is very religious - she says that it is not ghosts but rather "demons" that are in the house, and that her faith in Jesus protects her.

Yes, this is redneckville...

I've often entertained the idea that there are other worlds coinciding along with ours and that there are portals to those worlds, we just don't know where (but perhaps some do. You hear about people disappearing and no one ever finds their bodies. OR maybe they just happened to fall into the portal thing and never came out again...). It makes me wonder, if there aren't really ghosts, they're just other living people but in another world, can they see our affects on their world? i.e., They open the closet door, I see the door open but no one's there; I open the closet door, they see the door open, but no one's there.

Ooo! Random thought! Alright, let's say there is more than just one me. Maybe, and I'm just throwing this out there, there is another world just like ours, EXACTLY like ours, just a wee bit more advanced in knowledge and a little bit ahead time wise. They understand they can communicate to us (although we have no idea) and perhaps my alter me is sending me messages of the future through my sub-consious dreaming, even though I'm not totally getting it until it actually happens.

OR (sudden thought) maybe there is no such thing as time, everything is just happening all at once.

Yes, I know it all sounds very scifi, but I say nothing is impossible. Improbable, sure, but impossible, no.

I'm probably throwing all rules of science out the window. I apologize, I have yet to finish my studies in that subject.

No Shelly--you're dead on with those possibilities.  Who are we to say?--When you look into it, there are more posibilities than these.   Remember--many things were science fiction before they became real science.  Everything from submarines to spacecraft, from microwaves to computers, from robots to lasers were all written about in science fiction before they became fact.

 Hah!  I love it--a middle aged woman subjects herself to psychic trauma.  Why?  Because her sister talked her into.  It's a wonder any of us survive our families.  ;-)

I was raised and still live in redneck central, so I am familiar with the whole "demons"/faith-based protection thing.  I do think there is some merit in approaching a paranormal situation with a fear-free attitude (whatever the justification). Even in conventional potentially stressful situations, fear is a distraction at the very least and disastrous at the worst, and I imagine in a situation involving the supernatural, fear can be even more of a problem (there is also the conventional wisdom that fear can grant a malign entity a degree dominance over the fearful).

Horrowshowpony:  I've experienced the whole tightness in the chest thing, but I confess it's been a very long time.  it's funny how some places, particularly clinical locations, seemed to be practically designed to be as unnatural and disturbing as possible.  

Pumpboy:  I'm apologize if I pried.  

You don't have to worry about me hanging around in places that feel "wrong."  It's been a very long time since I experienced anything like that, and I wasn't sure that it wasn't just me being skittish in the first place, but I'm certainly not planning on pushing my luck if I experience it again.  As for true evil, I am attentive to Nietzsche's admonition (taken slightly out of context), "...and when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you" and try to give it a wide berth.  

Pumpboy and Shellygreenleaf:  it entertains me that a forum on supernatural occurrences turned into a philosophical discussion on the fundamental nature of existence and the universe.  This is just the best site!  :-) 

Peltablo--no apologies needed.  Our family tree just has a few rotten branches.

And really when we get back to the "supernatural" .  It really isn't supernatural--just a part of nature we don't understand yet.  Technically if it exists -- it is natural.

I don't have faith in anything (besides of me ), but i'm fascinated by religions, devil, god, and all the things that surround that kind of stuff.

I don't know if it was just a fantasy of my mind, but one day, I dreamed of two boys being killed in a park on my city's downtown, and the next day that same boys of my dream were killed on the major park of my city, on the downtown. It was strange, but I don't care too much. Like I said, I don't believe in that...

But I always love to fantasy about that kind of things, and write about that kind of things. Of course supernatural things exist, it's just a question of believe and see that they happen. I don't believe, unfortunately.

Sometimes I see shadows and listen to strange sounds from inside my house.

 I have to respectfully disagree. Lindsay Lohan exists. There's nothing natural about her.

I have to disagree with you too. I think that what we understand by supernatural, isn't supernatural. But exists supernatural stuff, exists things that challenge nature, that are supernatural.

so from the "Supernatural entity's" perspective then, are we supernatural and he is natural. ?

When I was little, my mom said I could read her mind. It scared her. I don't remember. But I stopped her from killing herself because I knew what she was thinking, and I told her what she was thinking. My dad never believed that I could read her mind. So they set up a test. My dad held a santa claus doll in front of me. They knew I knew who santa was (what kid doesn't). My older sister told my mom to think of the easter bunny, and the two of them stood in the other room behind me. My dad asked "who is this?" and I told him it was the easter bunny.

I was swinging outback when I was 8 and my neighbor up the street came and talked to me about regret and his nephew (who was my friend). He shot himself in the head early that day, but there I was in my backyard talking to him.

Now I just read cards, and have nightmares every night. And if i concentrate I can tell you what card is next in a deck until they're all gone--not really useful, except in poker

You're "touched" Molly--very cool--but only sometimes,right?  I'm guessing quite often it sucks.

What kind of nightmares?

Who can tell if we are the natural entities? Maybe is like Matheson's "I'm a legend" novel, and we're nothing but the last ones of a race in a complete strange multiverse. According to our perception, we call supernatural, strange, metaphysical, preternatural or even unearthly all that things that we haven't know yet. I think every one of us has our own personal point of view about all this, and maybe it's our own anxiety the one that makes us perceive (or not) all this supernatural entities; people believes in what they want to believe, after all. It's not strange, then, that small children and some adults too can "see" or "feel" this entities all around us, because they can -in a way- put their anxiety away and "connect" to the other dimensions, else worlds or universes (call them as you want to). Sören Kierkegaard describes anxiety as a "vague and confused discomfort"; Rollo May talks about anxiety as a "perturbation without a name or a shape", and that's exactly what this people feel when they reach this entities, but most of us just don't know how to handle this feeling, and we loose all the chances to reach them too.

Anyway, I do believe and love all this crazy and wonderful things... Here in my country we grow up and live in the middle of hundreds of beautiful horror stories and legends (ghosts, demons, spirits, witches, vampires, and much more), so it's idiosyncratic to be part of a supernatural experience in different levels of participation.

Going to the supernatural experience, let me tell you that my working place is a beautiful huge house with more than 120 years old and located on a really old part of the city. It has three floors and a basement, with lots of small rooms that were used as hospital rooms or cells, with small windows on the doors or very heavy doors made of strong wood. Through history, this house has been a mental institution, a horse ranch, a prison during the revolution war and many other things. It's well known that there are a lot of supernatural presences in here (cacophonies, ghosts, etc.) but the famous ones are: a little girl who plays and runs on one of the halls of the first floor; the first owner of the house, who appears at the entrance door of the basements, dressing like a horse rider; the owner of the mental institution looking by the doors windows and a small child playing with a ball and inviting you to play with him. I always look at these experiences in a very skeptical way, because most of the times, people believes that they really saw what they think they saw (or heard)... I was working one Saturday afternoon. It was late and almost all the students and other professors were already gone, so I decided to take a break in one of the radio cabins. I took my cup of coffee, and when I arrived to the cabin, inside the recording area was a small girl, sitting on a chair in front of the microphones table, with her hands on her knees... she was wearing a white dress with a blue ribbon as a belt and blue shoes, her brown hair was held in two braids tied with blue ribbons (of course), and she was looking too the door, as waiting for somebody to cross it. When I saw her, I thought that it was very strange to find this small girl on Saturday by afternoon alone in there, but I didn't mind so much on it. Suddenly I remembered about the legend of the ghost girl, and it was very funny, because at that precise moment, she turned around her head and looked at me as she began to smile... she had a beautiful smile, and that's the last thing I saw about her, because I began to feel that annoying discomfort, so I just turned around and left the place as fast as I could. People say that this girl also appears sitting on the last corner of the photo lab, located exactly under the radio cabin.

It is great to know that we (the strange guys who loves to scare and be scared) really can write about this kind of things, as Peltablo said: This is just the best site!

yea "touched in the head" according to some

I can't always remember my dreams. I'm usually other people or i'm my self. In some I can smell colors. In others i've been sentenced by judges via cookie cake "guilty". I've been chased by a guy who had an unhealthy obsession with blue goo candy gel crap. I've watched book shelves heal them selves after being peppered with bullet holes. I've fallen off a cliff while rock climbing with my cousin in the desert. Most recently I waited on a customer who was missing half her face. Well the skin on half her face. I have a book full. Unfortunately, I'm not a dream interpreter.

so nothing recurring?  or anything that might seem like a message in your dreams?

A few weeks ago, I had a dream where I was with my parents and grandparents in a hotel room and we had evacuated a hurricane (not kidding).  I said something, I don't remember what.  My mom said something...I woke up.

Fast forward to last thursday through sunday.  I'm sitting in the hotel with my parents watching the hurricane coverage, and my mom says the same thing while everyone is evacuating.

That's the most recent example.  Every so often I forsee the next song that plays on the radio or something similar.  I personally believe everyone has psychic abilities...but that no one can control them.  So they come through from time to time and go away just as quickly.

Regarding the whole Supernatural vs. natural discourse--I got to thinking about it, and the term I should have used instead of "supernatural" was "paranormal."  It's just semantics of course, but I think with the term "paranormal" allows us to keep phenomena within the realm of the natural world but distinguishes said phenomena from better understood, typical or "normal" phenomena.

Yeah, I know what you're probably thinking--I don't what the Hell is wrong with me either.  ;-)

Anyway...

Horrorshowpony: excellent call on Lindsay Lohan.  ;-)

Pumpboy and Monster Maker: natural, unnatural--it's all relative.  Don't make me dig out  Chuang Tsu's butterfly--I guess our variant would be, "are we the living dreaming of being ghosts, or are we ghosts dreaming of being the living?"

Monster Maker: now THAT was a classic ghost story.  :-D

MadMolly: we probably all need another thread discussing our dreams.  Nightmares can be an indicator of stress--I guess you might need to ask yourself if there is something (or "some things") that you're stressed and worried about.  Supposedly, dreams can be our subconscious's mechanism of forcing us to deal with various types of psychic trauma and unresolved issues.  Also, you seriously need to go to Vegas and make your fortune playing poker.  ;-D

Pumpboy, MadMolly, and Crypticpsych: none of you should ever read (or see the movie) Firestarter by Stephen King.

Crypticpsych: I agree that everybody might be psychic to some degree or another, some more so than others, with variation in sensitivity occurring over time.

I haven't experienced it directly, but some of my close relatives claimed to have heard the dead.  My grandfather lived by himself in the country after my grandmother died.  Towards the end of his life, his health--naturally--declined, and my mother spent increasing amounts of time staying with him.  One day she heard him talking, and she went to ask him what he wanted.  He said that he hadn't called her and that various family members and friends who had lived on the property when he was a kid would come and talk to him.  Mother assumed that it was just senility...until she started hearing the voices too.  I found out about all of this years after my grandfather died.  I spend a lot of time out at this property taking pictures, and my mother asked one time if I had heard any of "them" yet, and I asked her what she was talking about, and she told me the aforementioned story.  I can't say that I've heard so much as a peep out there (I kind of suspect that, from family experience, that I'd have to be near death to be able to hear them), but I wish I had.  Left out, again  :-(  .  I've spent the night out in the old house when I'm depressed or am trying to get some work done around the place, and I've never so much as felt an unexplained draft there (can't sleep because of the mice scurrying around but that's hardly paranormal).    

any trioxin laying around that these mice could get into?  I love Firestarter.

There's this winding mountain road near where I live where a homeless guy was killed by a truck quite a few years back. Used to drive up to the lookout at the top and hang out when i was a bit younger. Anyway one night I'm up there with my girlfriend at the time and she gets out to take a piss somewhere and comes back to the car all shaky and scared. I ask her what's wrong and she's like "did you get out of the car and come looking for me?" and I reply that nope, i didnt, and she tells me that while she was out there she heard sounds like cracking twigs etc like someone coming through the trees towards her. She had finished up and run back to the car as quickly as she could. I try to calm her saying it was probably a kangaroo or wombat or some other creature out for a nightly stroll through the underbrush, and she's like, "no, it sounded BIG, like a man" and again I'm like, "hon, have u seen some of those kangaroos? they're fucking HUGE!" anyways, she wants to leave, so i start the car and we start down the road towards civilisation and maybe halfway down the road suddenly there's a dude in the middle of the road, wearing a long brown scruffy coat, just fucking standing there, I swerve madly but thankfully the road is so windy and curvy you can't really go too fast so just ended up after a screech of tires, facing the wrong way. The guy? Nowhere to be seen. My girlfriend turns to me and is like "why the fuck did you DO that!!?" and, incredulous, I go, "didnt you see that guy??" and she shakes her head, No. Holy fuck, I got the car facing the right way again and we took off as fast as the road would allow... Now, I dunno if it was a ghost, im a bit of a skeptic, or just some dude in a coat trying to a) kill himself or b) freak us out, but i dont think i ever went up to that lookout again.

 Do you still have the same girlfriend? The figure you saw was a warning. The spot you were at was either soon to be a body dump off or she was next to be hurt or dead.

Fuck! That was you, Attrage? Jesus. You nearly killed me...

Nope. But she IS still alive I can assure you.

How many times must we go through this...I told you, stop chasing girls on mountain roads in that scruffy coat...

Guess I'll throw mine in. Since I was a teenager, at least that's the earliest I can remember, I go in to these sort of trances. I'm sort of just thinking of nothing, staring off in to space then I'll blurt some shit out about something. It's happened a lot but the most memorable occurences have pertained to myself. When I was 17 I was sitting in my bedroom listening to some 80's hair metal. My girlfriend was on a class trip in Washington, DC. Out of no where I turn the music down and say, " That bitch is playing strip poker"! I start seeing these wierd clips in my head. It passes, I turn the music back up and never give it a second thought. Until 4 months later. I bump in to her girlfriend's ex bo hanging out one Friday night. When I asked him why he and his girl had split he looked stunned. He says, " Your girlfriend didn't tell you about DC?" Im like, " No. What happened in DC?" He goes all in with, " she and your girlfriend played strip poker with some guys on the trip." I nearly fainted. It happened with my ex wife after we split. I was at work one day and just blurted out this guy's name. I saw them setting together at a restaurant in my head. A couple days later I ask her, " so how are things with you and Jon?" She looks all stunned and says, " who told you?"

Over the past 10 years or so the episodes are less frequent but my ability to sort of get inside of one's thoughts have strengthened significantly. I told an employee of mine 3 yrs ago, after meeting his wife for the first time, she would leave him the day her annual salary exceeded 100,000 per year. He got sort of angry at me but that day finally came about 3 months ago. He hasn't worked for me in over 2 years. I found out through a mutual associate who he had told.

I've sort of adopted the " don't ask me if you don't want the worst possible scenario " position. It sucks because it's always bad, never good. I wish I could blurt out lottery numbers or who is going to win the game this week. The wierd thing is the headaches that are usually associated with it. I've had several CAT scans and nothing has ever shown up way out of the ordinary. The only thing was back in the 90's the test showed inflammation around my brain or something. No explanation. The next time I had it checked a few weeks later it was gone. Hasn't shown up since.

It's because when you were 17 you were sitting in your bedroom listening to 80's hair metal, dude.

No, I'm being a fuckin jerk. Seriously thanks for sharing that, that's some weird shit. I'm going with the "dont ask you" thing...

LMFAO. No offense taken. That was awesome!