Were you searching for that specific incident, or just general info on raining frogs? I found several hits relating to the phenomenon of raining frogs in general. Here’s a pretty good one.
There have also been a couple of GQ threads on the subject, and our beloved Cecil covered it in a column titled, “Is it possible to rain frogs, cats, dogs, etc.?”.
Still, it certainly qualifies as Surreal, that’s for sure!
I drove my girlfriends sister and myself up to Ottawa this weekend to visit her at university. You can imagine the surreal experience I had when I woke up on Sunday morning, and without looking rolled over to “cuddle” my girlfriend and placed my arm on what I soon realized was a third person! Apparently my girlfriend and here sister are pretty close and being that she hadn’t seen her in a long while, her sister climbed into bed to “cuddle” with her sister… Now I don’t claim that there is anything wrong with that per se… however, at the time, I felt a little “weird” to say the least… to top it all off, she didn’t leave after I woke up… she stuck around and STOLE my morning cuddle right from under my nose!!!
Was visiting a friend in New York City about 10 years ago. Left her apartment at 6 a.m. on a Sunday and was walking down the concrete canyon when I realized I was utterly alone.
For about five minutes, I walked through a city of several million people without seeing or hearing evidence of another soul around. No cars, or pedstrians or even animals.
It was like something in a post-apocalypse movie. No sound but the wind and pieces of paper and plastic and leaves skittering across the ground.
This particular fellow didn’t look happy at all, actually. I think the idea that a couple of steers might get spooked and go rampaging through the throngs of students had him quite worried.
As for whether or not it’s your kind of school, I went to Texas A&M. That probably tells you all you need to know.
About 10 years ago when i was about 7 years old i was at a ‘car boot sale’ and i found a paul daniels magic set that i wanted but didn’t have to money for. I hadn’t picked it up or shown interest in any way but when i returned to buy it it had been moved and the owner of the stall was staring at me and smiling. I payed for it and took it away and when i got it back to the car i found that it had my name in full written on the back, including my middle name which i don’t often use. I know that none of my family did this because they were all back at the car and were more creeped out by it than i was, and it wasn’t written in their handwriting.
Last week when i was staying at my friends house it got to about midnight and started snowing. It was the fluffy kind that settles easily and before long a thick patch of pure white snow had appeared covering the whole road. After standing with our noses pressed up against the window for the best part of 10 minutes me and 2 of my friends persuaded her to let us out to play in the snow (she had the keys and wouldn’t let us out to begin with). After ruining a whole road with footprints and yellow patches (eugh) we decided to run away to the park that was a few roads away. After a while the streetlights disappeared so it was pitchblack. Getting scared we all held hands and ran into the park, stopping for a moment to take in the vast patch of untouched beuty. we slowly walked down for about 5 minutes to get to the end where the swings are and sat silently swinging backwards and forwards in unison. Suddenly without a word shared between us we all got up and ran off as fast as our legs could carry us. I don’t know what came over me or the other two but one of my friends swears he saw a figure standing there staring at us. Not so surreal but I’m avoiding doing something else as you can probably tell.
Is it just me, or does this sound like the beginning of a ‘Penthouse Forum’ letter?
You know, as soon as I read the story I thought, “I bet he’s an Aggie!” 
I was driving on the Beltway, just past the Pennsylvania Avenue interchange, when I noticed several cars stopped at the base of the next off-ramp. I was in the next-to-fast lane, but there were no cars to block my view of the ramp.
There was a blue compact car, maybe a Yugo, in the middle of the ramp. The hood was open, and the entire engine compartment and the vehicle interior were filled with flames. Black smoke was rising straight into the sky. There was no one anywhere near the vehicle, and no emergency vehicles in sight.
I drove on…
The Omega Man.
A friend and I were driving across country (central Tennessee at the time). It was heavily overcast and slightly hazy, so everything looked very dark and gloomy. I look over and there is a single break in the clouds and an intensly bright shaft of sunlight is shining down directly on what seems to be an abandoned barn some distance off to the side of the road, leaving it brightly lit. The whole time we were in sight of it the shaft of light didn’t seem to move either, staying on the barn.
I pointed it out to my friend who looked at it, turns to me and asks “Should we go pay our respects to the christ child?” It did look exactly like something you would see in a movie or religious painting.
We didn’t go to the barn. Wonder what we would have found there…
Not much of a story, but I wonder about it every time I see it…
There´s a street in my town with two phone booths standing back to back. There´s another phone booth lying across them, on top.
Just lying there. It´s been there for at least five years. Probably longer.
And mind you, they´ve exchanged pretty much all of the phone booths in our town for newer ones.
Oh, I just remembered somethin truly weird.
There´s a back yard café I used to go to a lot. You can see into the block´s other back yards from there. One of the six storey houses has a line of doors where the windows should be. One above the other. No glass balcony doors, and there´s no trace of there ever having been balconies there (it´s pretty old, so you´d see if there had been any). No fire ladder. Nothing. Just normal wooden room doors in the outside wall. I´ve always wondered about that one.
Looks pretty weird.
Once I was riding in a car on El Cajon Blvd. in San Diego, at about 2:00 am, when I saw a vampire. He was extremely tall and thin, wearing a tuxedo with a dark purple cape and top hat. In his right hand he held a long walking cane with a gold ball at the top, and he was striding along at an amazing clip – we were doing 35 mph in the same direction as him, and he was doing at least half that. He crossed through several crosswalks in about 3 steps. As we passed him he turned slightly towards us with his chin regally raised, and smiled. All three of us were seriously freaked out, and we sped off onto the freeway.
SFA?
The most surreal experience I remember:
During college I went to the grocery store late one night. Well, this guy was driving in the lane just to my right in some sort of subcompact car. Well, the light turns red and I get into the left hand turn lane to turn into the grocery store. Then, out of no where, the guy in the car does a full 360° spin. . . and then comes to a complete stop, facing the right way at the red light. He didn’t even look perturbed - it was so strange.
One day, while heading into the parking garage at school, I was a little unnerved to see a very big queue of people walking out of the parking garage. I asked, “is something up?” and someone turned and said, “no”. There must have been 200 people just walking out of the garage, in a neat line 2 people thick. Large sections were even walking in unison. Somehow, the parking garage had been filled up almost instantly, and the commuters all got out of their cars at approximately the same time, marched down the stairs and onto the campus. Kind of strange.
Another strange (and funny and ironic) story happened the last week of last semester. It had been raining, and as I was driving along this little lane that leads into the parking garage, I spotted a huge puddle. Looking around, I saw there were no other cars or pedestrians so I zoomed through it to make a huge splash As I entered the parking garage I saw a woman sopping wet wringing out her jacket and backpack. Apparently there was this opening in the side of the garage I drove past (covered with chain link fence) and when I drove through the puddle it shot water which arced through this hole and doused the poor woman.
The really freaky thing is the next day, I see the same puddle. Forgetting what happened yesterday, I zoom through it again. Driving by, I see the SAME WOMAN! Apparently she had parked in the exact same spot; she had a station wagon and had backed into the spot and opened the back. When the water went through it must have gone right into the back of her car because she was pulling out soggy boxes and other items from the car :eek: the spash pattern in the area also suggested a ‘mini tidal wave’ must have hit her.
Since I don’t have a car here at college, I have to get around town via the bus system. One night I walked out of the mall at a few minutes after 9. I go to check the bus schedule and I see that the last bus left at 9! I panic. My college is miles away. The few people I know with a car are out of town.
After spending a few minutes walking around the entrance panicing, I decide that I’m not going to sleep on a park bench so I’m going to walk. I’m about to set out when I see someone else at the bus stop. I go over and ask if the busses are still running. He shrugs and seems about as clueless as I am. At that moment a security guard drives up and asks if we’re waiting for the bus. We say yes, and I ask if there are still busses running tonight. He says yes, and at that moment, what should appear but a bus rounding the corner.
If that other guy hadn’t been there, or that security guard hadn’t come, I’d have spent the night walking. And the bus arriving at that moment was a nice touch to this cinematic event.
This one is sort of devine:
World Youth Day, last year in Toronto. My mom, brother, and myself headed down from Ottawa. Everything was perfect. Except the weather for the Sunday mass. The weekend was amazing, not too hot or cold. Come Sunday, it was a complete deluge outside. It was as if someone was dumping a bucket of water on us. Still about 30 minutes until the Pope arrived and it was a complete storm. I was talking to my mom about the possibility of it all being cancelled because the high winds wouldn’t permit a helicopter flying from Strawberry Island. All of a sudden, giant lamps and decorations from around the site go flying in the air after gusts of wind ripped them from moorings. 10 or so minutes to showtime and the sky is black. All of a sudden we can all see the helicopter comming in the distance as a tiny dot in the sky. As it came, the winds became stronger and stronger. As the Pope reached the altar, everything cleared up in about 2 minutes. From stormy black sky to nice warm cloudless sky in 2 minutes. 
I swear it was a miracle.
In college I had a German-American roommate; we’ll call him “Fritz” (not his real name). One Saturday night he went to a Black Sabbath concert. There was no sign of him the following day. Or the day after.
Finally on Tuesday afternoon he walks in, nonchalant as ever. I was like, “Fritz, where you been? I was starting to get worried.” He looked at me as though I had said something ridiculous. He was like, “What do you mean? After the Black Sabbath concert I slept in my car, then when I woke up I went to the library to study, and then came back here.”
I said, “Fritz, what happened to you the last three days?” He said, “Huh? I just saw you last night. Today is Sunday.” I said, “No, today is Tuesday!” He didn’t believe me. He thought I was trying to play a stupid joke on him. Once I finally convinced him it was Tuesday, he couldn’t explain what had happened since Saturday night. This will always remain in the annals of . . .
the UNEXPLAINED.
I hope to God I never drive into a David Lynch movie again.
When I was a student at Saint Louis University, I took my girlfriend from Mizzou and we drove to visit Ohio. On the way back, we had to pass through Indianapolis. At sunset we needed to buy gas and exited I-70. As we went through a neighborhood while looking for a gas station, we remarked to each other, “Gosh, these houses look awfully tacky.” The dingy neighborhood took on a very dim and depressing look in the fading twilight. We got that sinking feeling. When we bought gas we asked the station attendant for directions back to I-70. He could not tell us.
Trying not to become overwhelmed by the rapidly rising panic in our throats, we drove around and around as the darkness deepened, but could not find our way back to the freeway. Finally we saw McDonald’s and my girlfriend said she needed to piss. I went in and stood in the line. Asked the kids behind the counter where I-70 was. They had no idea. At this point my rising panic was approaching paranoid freakout. The dulleyed slackjawed citizens looked more like Pod People than humans. Something was deeply wrong with Indianapolis; the tacky appearance was just the surface of some serious negative energy that was sucking us in and wouldn’t let us go.
Standing in line at McDonald’s was a gray-haired middle-aged man in a white T-shirt with a kind, gentle expression on his face that was most unusual in that setting. He saw my distressed mien and asked if I needed any help. I asked for directions and he told me the way to I-70. It was only a couple blocks away. At no time had we been more than a few blocks from the highway! What was wrong with all those people?! My girlfriend came back out, I thanked the man, and within minutes we were back on the freeway, speeding away from that sinkhole of America gone bad. To this day I think it was an angel who saved us.
I had been Wiccan for a few years, but agreed to accompany my mother to church (she’s Catholic) for Sunday mass. It was a slightly cloudy day, but still plenty bright and sunshiny.
As this “Godless Heathen” stepped over the threshold, thunder cracked, crashed, and rolled from the very heavens above. It was startling. I’ve been back since, without similar result.
I also was dancing around in the front room once, drumming on all sorts of furniture and objects in a spectacular percussion solo. This was a solid performance, I was jamming. Finally I came to my triumphant conclusion: BAM! BAM! As I hit those last two notes (on a chair, IIRC), a passing vehicle honked at exactly the same times. We barely have traffic, so the odds of a car passing at that point are slim, and honking at something are slimmer. It was freakylinks.
I can top you all with a surreal story: I’ve seen that movie not once, but thrice. :eek: