I never take naps but once I fell asleep during the day. When I woke up I didn’t know what day it was, what year it was or what time it was. It was really really scary. Many people in my family have had this happen to them as well.
As a kid I had complex partial seizures, aka “temporal lobe” seizures. Fortunately they resolved after a few years, but temporal discontinuity was a big part of the symptoms. It was most jarring to suddenly perceive that I’m 6 and having breakfast with my grandfather, only to bounce back to my 8th grade classroom and realize grandpa’s been dead for 3 years.
Whoa, no shit, Qadgop? That must’ve been SOOO weird! Could you tell the difference between an already-passed-through spot on the timeline, and the present? (at the time.) (if you know what I mean.)
I don’t mean to pry, but how did actually living a postmodern science fiction type of scenario affect your perception of those kind of topics later? Do you think it left you with more of a sense of anything-is-possible?
The reason I didn’t say in the OP why I was asking is because the reason is even more tinfoil-hat than the question, if you all can believe that.
This morning, I was on a respected astrology site, looking at my little niece’s natal chart. On a whim, I called up my own… and discovered that my Neptune is now in Scorpio. No, it’s not. My Neptune is in Pisces, it has always been in Pisces, I have very specific memories connected to my Neptune being in Pisces. BUT not only is my Neptune now in Scorpio — apparently Neptune was in Scorpio for thirteen years, with my birth year being right in the middle of that time. So it’s impossible there was any mistake.
But I know my Neptune is in Pisces like I know my middle name. Weird.
Two months ago was the March time change for the U.S. … 
Just a thought! 
I’ve had a dream so real that I knew for a fact we were out of mustard when we weren’t; lots of stuff like that, but that’s not really temporal. I just have dreams so damn boring that they’re indistinguishable from reality.
Blacked out 3 times: once due to alcohol, twice to poorly-timed plasma ‘donations’.
But nothing’s ever happened where I couldn’t have at least GUESSED what happened during the ensuing minutes/hours.
The closest I can say I’ve come <that I remember…> is when plugged into one of those old newfangled electronic keyboards, with headphones on. I can lose time like nobody’s business, getting lost in music only I can hear. (And thank goodness for that; I suck!) But to me, that’s kind of a no-brainer. I haven’t lost time; I’ve let it go.
Isn’t that an oxymoron?
I occasionally will get ready for bed, turn out the lights, lay down, blink, and find that it’s light out.
Hasn’t happened in a while. It’s sort of cool, but a little bit annoying. I like laying in a bed for a few minutes before falling asleep!
I have somehow acquired the annoying habit of only looking at the minute hand of the clock, and assuming that I know what hour it is. So I sometimes turn up for things an hour, or two hours early (hardly ever happens to make me late).
But as a result of this, anything slightly out of the ordinary jabs me with a little sting of paranoid panic. Fewer people than usual in town (Yikes! I haven’t clocked out for lunch an hour early, have I?). Unusually light in the morning* (Yikes! I haven’t got up an hour early, have I?)
*(For example in spring, when the daylight is getting earlier each day, but this may be obscured by a week of cloudy mornings - and when this eventually breaks, it suddenly seems unusually light for the time of day)
I once had a dream so long, detailed and realistic that when I woke up I had a few genuine moments of panic before realising I was lying safely in my bed and was not in fact a partisan in some vaguely Eastern European country who had been betrayed while attempting to assassinate the local collaborating mayor and hunted across the countryside by very irrate occupying troops and helicopters! :eek:
That may have been my sleeping conciousness accessing an alternate reality rather than a temporal discontinuity though…
Sounds like something out of Slaughterhouse Five. Bathroom plungers and geodesic domes don’t happen to have any particular significance for you, do they?
Some are less woo than others, they just report data [planetary locations, stuff like that, they don’t interpret]
I had one like that. I nearly off my flower in surprise.
I think the examples in this thread are addressing the title of the OP (“temporal discontinuity”) and not the main point of the OP.
An example more akin to what the OP is asking is that one day, I found out that one of my uncles, who is overweight and I never saw him move much, was actually quite athletic, exercised frequently, and was very good at tennis. This was not too surprising by itself, but when I asked my relatives about this, they were all “Of course he’s very athletic and plays tennis very well. Everyone in the family knows this. It’s common knowledge”. How I went ~20 years without ever hearing about it, I don’t know.
At times like these I like to pretend that “God” is playing a modified 20-questions game, where you are allowed to change the object you are thinking of, as long as the new object is consistent with the previous answers you have given so far. That is, God can change reality (“Uncle Bob is now good at tennis”), as long it doesn’t contradict any irrefutable evidence you may have. [Note that I don’t believe this is actually happening, just that it’s a fun possibility]
There was once I overdosed on Xanax. I couldn’t remember an entire day of my life. I eventually recall a bit of details, but it’s very sketchy and people told me I did stuff which I couldn’t recall at all.
I only started suspecting when some details didn’t match up right. For example, my spectacles was bent and I couldn’t remember what the heck did I do with it.
That happened to me quite a lot last month, because of all the bank holidays close together. Tuesdays felt like Mondays, Wednesdays felt like Thursdays, and the holidays all merged all over the place.
I’ve had vague feelings of such, and it worries me, because I have a history of sleep walking, and so they may be related. The last time was a hotel in Mexico, and the bellhop told me (as I came down in the morning) that he’d paid for my cab. I’m not sure if he was wrong, or I really used a cab. Usually when I sleep walk, it’s just to go for a pee.
Fugue state? That is something I have had before, and take steps to not do again.
Back when computers didn’t go online all the time [for me this happened in about 1992-93] my husband was on sea duty, and out for a 6 month northern run. I can remember seeing him off on a Monday morning at 5am, driving home and sitting down at my amiga 1000 [heh] to play eye of the beholder 1. Next thing I know, a friend calls me to see if he can come over for a visit as his newest batch of mead was ready to drink and he wanted to get my opinion on it. It was thursday.
I am certain I slept, showered, changed clothing and made and ate food. I was wearing different clothing, not hungry or tired … but I honestly do not remember any of the time between monday morning and thursday noonish. Occasional times over the next month where I did the fugue thing upset me enough that for the next few years if mrAru was deployed we got roommates for me so I would have some interaction with actual humans, and I would also set my alarm and only play for 4 hour chunks of time.
It isn’t as much of a problem now in MMORPGs because I am talking with live humans, and having to interact makes me more aware of what is going on around me.
I’ve had this happen a few times. A lot of artistic types actually seek out this experience.
One night a few years back I was creating an orchestration for a piece of piano music. I really enjoyed the music and it drew me right in. After not too long it felt like I was outside of myself, looking at this brilliant musical genius who was far better than me, and who was creating a thing of immense beauty. And in a way it was like God Himself (or maybe Mozart) was working through me, and my hands were just doing the work. All I could really do was sit back and witness this miracle.
When I finally looked up at the clock, it was 3 am.
Did you guys even read the OP?
I swear, when I was younger, red = Democrats, and Blue = Republicans. Now, all of a sudden, after one of the Bush elections, it’s completely opposite. I even remember watching the news, and having a double take when they were talking about “Red States,” meaning Republican states. I KNOW it’s a fucking conspiracy against me…
Joe
Did he say “cab” with a nudge and a wink? When you reimbursed him, did you find it excessively expensive? Have you had any painful discharge recently?