IThinkNot, I’ve also had many experiences of de ja vu where I know with absolute certainty that the event has never happened but it really feels like it has. Very weird.
My experiences:
A couple of months ago I was in an open mall area and a chocolate shake from McDonald’s just dropped out of the sky and landed right by me. It must’ve come from a window in a nearby building but I looked up and couldn’t see any open windows. It was like it just literally dropped out of the sky.
When I was about 14 I was in a theatre group thing that was performing in this exhibition at a college one night. During the breaks between our performances, we were allowed to go around and watch other group’s performances. There was one bunch of people who were from the Conservatorium of Music. Their performance was in one of the classrooms. This is what I saw. As we walked into the room, someone handed us some cotton buds and told us to stuff them in our ears. There was a woman dressed in white curled up in the foetal position in front of a TV not tuned to any station, blaring white noise very loudly. On the other side of the room a man dressed in white was just standing there, staring ahead, holding a roll of toilet paper that was stretched out across the floor. Then he started walking forward and EATING THE TOILET PAPER. It was so surreal. Now, obviously this was performance art, so it’s supposed to be surreal, but I include it as a prologue to the rest of the night.
At the end of the night, I met up with my mother, who’d been watching various performances, and she had some strange woman with her. Apparently this woman had randomly come up to my mother, put my mother’s hand on her head and said “feel that.” SHE WAS MISSING A PART OF HER SKULL AND MY MOTHER COULD FEEL HER BRAIN UNDERNEATH HER SCALP. The woman said she’d been in a car accident and the doctors wanted to put a metal plate in her head but she was paranoid that there would be a tracking device in it or something, so she ran away from the hospital. As you do. Then the woman invited us to her place for coffee.
So it’s the middle of the night and I’m sitting in this stranger’s house, dressed in black and wearing bizarre face paint from my performance, having coffee and talking on the subject of hippy communes to a strange woman who is missing part of her skull and I just watched some guy eat toilet paper and I’m thinking “this night has been so surreal.”
As we were driving home very late at night, we pull up at a red light and the guy in the car next to us (just the two cars on the road) looks over and sees me in my face paint. As soon as the light turned green, he floored it. I’ll bet he thinks he had a pretty surreal night.
The 'rents own a motel in Cocoa, Florida, which for outrageous sums of money I occasionally undertake to manage for them.
I was doing my morning inspection of the property when two Amish people came out of one of the rooms, opened the back of a U-Haul parked in our lot, pulled out a Weber grill, and started making breakfast…
Driving down to Kansas City for Lollapalooza 96 (?) with 3 buddys of mine from highschool, we passed thru Des Moines, Iowa. Was 9:35 on a saturday morning and the entire downtown district was empty. No cars, no people. Traffic light blinking, misc paper blowing across the street in the wind. Imagine “28 Days Later” and you get my point. We drove around for a bit and finally ended up by the capitol, where lo and behold we see the first souls that morning. A family of Chinese Tourists taking their picture in front of the captial. We didn’t see an native Iowans until we got back on 35e south again.
Last Christmas I was Rockefeller Center to look at the tree when I saw a man walking his dog and cat down the side walk. Now if walking a cat isn’t strange enough for you, here is the trul bizarre part, the cat was sitting calmly on the dogs back as the walked! They were also both wearing funny little clown costumes to top it all off. Had to be the weirdest thing I have ever seen.
Harborwolf and I were trick or treating with our daughter last Halloween in the “summer house” area of our town. There are mansions for miles, but only some of them are lived in during the off seasons of fall and winter. After hitting the good houses on the street, we reach the end of the lit houses and decide to head back towards the more populated part of town. This woman and a little boy suddenly appear on the sidewalk near us. Harborwolf tells them that there isn’t much trick or treating down that road. The woman and boy look at each other and the woman says “It looks awfully dark down there.” “Yeah,” the little boy replies. There is a moment of silence. The woman says almost sadly “Well, we’d better keep moving.” and they disappear into the night. It was like something out of a ghost story.
Back in 1998, right after I graduated from high school, my friend Stacey and I were hanging out in my room talking about future plans and gossiping about people we knew. Suddenly, she asked “Hey, who from our class do you think is going to die young? Someone always does, you know.” This wouldn’t have been weird if it hadn’t been for the fact that she died of cancer less than a year later.
Speaking of Stacey, in May of 1999, I woke up early in the morning feeling very strange. Not quite sick, but odd somehow. Later that morning, I learned my friend had passed away about the time I’d awoke.
My friend once told me that he and a friend were playing with a basketball, and one of them bounced the ball twice - and a horn honked exactly at the same time of each bounce. They both laughed, and when one of them said “Did you see that? I bounced the ball, and…”
(he bounces the ball again)
BEEP BEEP! Yes, it happened again.
That same friend and I were driving down a road in practically the middle of nowhere, some time after midnight, when we accidentally and unknowingly passed the road we were supposed to take. As we kept going, the road got darker and darker, but finally some buildings appeared out of the gloom. One of them was a church. It had one of those glowy signs you put the letters on, that said:
“SOME DAY YOU WILL WAKE UP DEAD !” They had the spacing exactly like that. It is so burned in my brain. As we drove by it, I noticed the other side said: “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
We had to turn around on the road, and we turned around in the parking lot of another church. In this parking lot, against the building, there was a large, hand-painted, colourful sign that said:
“HOORAY! The tomb is empty! Come join us, we are alive!”
Ahhh! It was all so odd. I wished for a camera. I went to visit him again last week, and we drove by the church again. The sign’s been changed, but ah-ha! I got pictures this time.
