Your own personal mysteries.

[MrsJWine]

I swear this is true:

One night, a month or so ago, I went to bed wearing pajama pants. When I woke up, the pajama pants were wrapped around my neck.

What the hell do I do in my sleep?!

Wow, I feel less crazy now. I woke up bent over my nightstand one night. Fumbled for the light switch and discovered I'd been rearranging bedroom furniture in my sleep. This is the craziest thing I remember. That was in high school, and apparently (according to my husband) it's only gotten weirder as I get older. Mostly of the screaming-my-head-off-over-terrifying-hallucinations variety. But also some sleepwalking. It's genetic. I'm like the tamest one in the family.

[Kaora]

I have memories that I KNOW couldn't have happened.  Memories of seeing myself from 'outside', in very mundane surroundings.  Nothing catastrophic that could have prompted astral projection. Nothing that was photographed, so that my 'memory' is of seeing the photo.  But seeing our family car going along a particular stretch of mountain road, with the family, including myself, inside it.

Realistic dreams, like MrsJWine?  I don't know.

I have realistic memories of seeing myself from the outside going up a mountain road in a little tiny car with my family to a party. I was about two or so. For some reason, most of my memories from when I was younger are from outside, as if I'm watching a home movie.

Mother insists it did not happen, and I couldn't possibly remember anything from toddlerhood. On the other hand, Dad remembers the party very well. And it actually WAS in a house on top of a mountain, and I was about two/two and a half. So those kind of dreams could go either way.

Similar.  My earlier memories can be remembered out of myself, looking at me, and sometimes, my memories screw with me and I remember them at impossible vantage points.  I remember an astronomical occurence when I was in Middle School, but I was a lot farther from the stars than I remembered to be.  My memories remember them as zoomed, very close.

The earliest memory I have is me being given medicine when I was a baby.  I was still in the crib, but I'm guessing I was older, maybe around 2-ish?  I remember my mum coming in, giving me something to sip, and walking back out, leaving me in the dark.

I also have thematic dreams, like a PP.  I will have dreams that would be in the same area, like a continuation, or a variant of an older one, with different and new people, and I'll forget about it until I have them again.  At least I'm predictable.

[lady_disdain]

Ok, maybe I am a weirdo but all of my memories tend to be in the third person, not the first.

[pierrotlunaire0]

There's probably a very good reason for this, but anyway:  I had to have a locksmith come out last week, and completely re-key all the doors (employee was escorted out of the office - security procedure).

I had 2 staff members who were on vacation last week, and I had left them messages that their keys didn't work, and for them to not try to come in early, because they would not get in if someone else wasn't there. 

Monday morning, both employees were able to unlock the new locks with the old keys.  I called the locksmith, and he told me that was impossible, but he would come out.  Well, he couldn't explain but we were right.  He even showed me how all the old keys were identical, lined up exactly, but two of them would unlock the new lock, and all the others wouldn't.

So if he couldn't figure it out, I don't feel stupid.  He also redid everything for free, and the old keys definitely do not work.

[Barb3000]

OK, this is one of the weirdest things that ever happened to me

This happened last summer. I had come back from a yard sale and parked the car in the yard, left the doors open. I came out of the house and took 6 photos with my digital camera on the ground on the driver's side of the car (did not go to the other side). Went back in the house to upload pics to PC - none of them came out. Called Tech support, was on phone and looking out window at passenger side of car. I saw what looked like a folk art doll on the ground, half under the car. It was about 1 ft long and I was looking at the legs, it looked like it had crawled under the car. The legs seemed to be made of white cloth. It did not move. I bent down to see more of it and got the impression that the body was a brighter white and fuzzy. When I finally went outside about 5 minutes later, there was nothing there. I live out in the country, no neighbors, no dogs. Since then my camera works all right but only takes about half as many photos as it used to. (62 vs. 37). So what was it???


I was thinking maybe it was a stuffed animal or something I had picked up at the yard sale, that had fallen out of the car.  And yet it was UNDER the car. Wish I had gone out as soon as I saw it..

I have so many odd things that happen in this house, I believe I have a resident spirit or two, very benign. I sometimes feel someone touching the top of my head.

[Twik]

Wow at the "early memories from third person viewpoint"! I thought that was just me!

I wonder if this has ever been researched. It could probably tell us some interesting things about the way small children process memories.

[Twik]

OK, this is one of the weirdest things that ever happened to me

This happened last summer. I had come back from a yard sale and parked the car in the yard, left the doors open. I came out of the house and took 6 photos with my digital camera on the ground on the driver's side of the car (did not go to the other side). Went back in the house to upload pics to PC - none of them came out. Called Tech support, was on phone and looking out window at passenger side of car. I saw what looked like a folk art doll on the ground, half under the car. It was about 1 ft long and I was looking at the legs, it looked like it had crawled under the car. The legs seemed to be made of white cloth. It did not move. I bent down to see more of it and got the impression that the body was a brighter white and fuzzy. When I finally went outside about 5 minutes later, there was nothing there. I live out in the country, no neighbors, no dogs. Since then my camera works all right but only takes about half as many photos as it used to. (62 vs. 37). So what was it???


I was thinking maybe it was a stuffed animal or something I had picked up at the yard sale, that had fallen out of the car.  And yet it was UNDER the car. Wish I had gone out as soon as I saw it..

I have so many odd things that happen in this house, I believe I have a resident spirit or two, very benign. I sometimes feel someone touching the top of my head.

I'm wondering if something like an opossum had climbed under the car for a little shade for a few minutes?

[Twik]

I had an extremely disturbing nightmare this morning. So disturbing, it woke me up out of REM sleep. When I woke up, I was shaking and could not go back to sleep.

B/G: DH has been friends with C since before I knew him, so 19 years or so. C is married and we regularly meet for dinner, although we are closed to C than his wife J.

My dream: FIL calls to tell us that C & J were killed in a murder-suicide at a local gun range (which happens in our area quite often, unfortunately). We go to their house to help C's brother clean out the house.

It was so real, I am scared to tell anyone in my family/friends in case it comes true. I feel shaky just thinking about it again. What should I do?

First, try to calm down. Just because you had a death dream does not mean those people necessarily are going to die.

I've had a number of death dreams. None of them were ever followed by anything sinister happening to the dream-victim in any relatable period of time. I think most of these dreams are just anxieties manifesting in your dreams in dramatic format.

[ShanghaiJill]

OK, this is one of the weirdest things that ever happened to me

This happened last summer. I had come back from a yard sale and parked the car in the yard, left the doors open. I came out of the house and took 6 photos with my digital camera on the ground on the driver's side of the car (did not go to the other side). Went back in the house to upload pics to PC - none of them came out. Called Tech support, was on phone and looking out window at passenger side of car. I saw what looked like a folk art doll on the ground, half under the car. It was about 1 ft long and I was looking at the legs, it looked like it had crawled under the car. The legs seemed to be made of white cloth. It did not move. I bent down to see more of it and got the impression that the body was a brighter white and fuzzy. When I finally went outside about 5 minutes later, there was nothing there. I live out in the country, no neighbors, no dogs. Since then my camera works all right but only takes about half as many photos as it used to. (62 vs. 37). So what was it???


I was thinking maybe it was a stuffed animal or something I had picked up at the yard sale, that had fallen out of the car.  And yet it was UNDER the car. Wish I had gone out as soon as I saw it..

I have so many odd things that happen in this house, I believe I have a resident spirit or two, very benign. I sometimes feel someone touching the top of my head.

Sister of Chuckie?

[Barb3000]

No, it wasn't an opossum or any other animal. One of the things I HAD brought home from the yard sale was a very old mirror, the kind that went on top of a dresser. Makes me wonder.

Then there was the time we came home, and a 3' x 6' sheet of plywood, which had been between a spare fridge and the wall in the basement (space of about 4") was out and leaning on the cellar stairs.

[Kimblee]

I have memories that I KNOW couldn't have happened.  Memories of seeing myself from 'outside', in very mundane surroundings.  Nothing catastrophic that could have prompted astral projection. Nothing that was photographed, so that my 'memory' is of seeing the photo.  But seeing our family car going along a particular stretch of mountain road, with the family, including myself, inside it.

Realistic dreams, like MrsJWine?  I don't know.

I have memories like that. Weird ones. hen my mom was alive she could sometimes make sense of them for me, but now that she's gone I'm alone with my strange memories. (Oh geeze, i think I scared myself.)

@snappyit:

Could your mom have been embarassed about leaving you with racist aunt and hoped by telling you it didn't happen often enough you'd believe it? I actually got my mom to admit she did that ith a few incidents. (Makes me wonder how many more she didn't admit to.)

For the record: My mom tried to make me believe she had never let my step-grandfather take me out alone, because my dad hated the man and forbid it. She did. I wish she hadn't, but I find it more funny the lengths she went to to make me believe I as imagining it.

[Elfmama]

Where did the miniature marshmallow on my dining room floor come from?  I haven't had marshmallows like that in the house for at least two months.  And you know how hard and dry they get when they're taken out of the package.  This one was fresh and squishy.  The weather here has been hot and humid, but I didn't think it was THAT humid!

[Kaora]

Where's our lawnmower?

That might sound like a funny item to misplace, but it's true.

BF was being paid to mow the lawn by my parents.  We haven't done it in a couple months, so it's not like we have had a reason to go looking for it.  It's really only the sideyard that needs to be mowed, the main yard is halfway done being xeroscaped.

BF and I went out to look for it yesterday, and it wasn't in the garage, the storage shed, or in the backyard, the three places it would be.

We go in, ask my dad, he goes out and looks for it, and comes back with nothing.

So, we have no lawnmower, anyone have a black and green Black and Decker that appeared out of nowhere?  

[Julian]

Who keeps opening my back door?

The door has a deadlock, which is unlocked but latched (I don't have a key).  As the latch is active, it cannot be opened from outside but can be used like a Yale lock, and opened from inside.  There is also a chain on the door, which I keep chained.  And I have indeed locked myself out once via this door, and it will not be opened by rattling, lifting or anything else, trust me I tried!

I rarely use this door, and when I do, I ensure it is latched properly and the chain up.  There's also a draft protector at the base of the door which also prevents it opening.

Three times now I've found the door open.  The chain is still engaged, but the door is open to the full extent the chain will allow.  The most recently was yesterday afternoon while I was out.  One previous time it happened while I was sitting in the room.

The cats don't know how to open it, and the dogs are too small to reach.  No kids, and the Housemate (the only other resident of the house) was with me. 

I'm wondering if it is the 'presence' that closely investigated a houseguest last year (to the extent she asked me "who is your ghost?  It got right up in my face one night")

[TOLady]

When I was a little girl (maybe four), my Godmother/Aunt made jewellery and she made me a beautiful ceramic handmade necklace pendant in the shape of a bear.

I wore it often and then one day it disappeared when I was about 10.

When I was 18 my parents had divorced and I was helping my Dad pack up the house for moving in with his girlfriend. I was a little emotional since I loved that house.

As we were down in the basement moving a chair, I noticed there was a  small rip in the arm. Not sure why, but I stuck my finger in there and sure enough, there was the itty bitty bear charm I'd lost about 8 years ago.

Strange thing was - we'd only bought that chair when I was about 15. 5 years after I lost it. It was definitely the same pendant and very distinctive. I still have it to this day.

__________

I have very, very vivid memories of things that both my parents insist never happened. That I couldn't have possible have heard or seen, but I know that it happened. I know it!!! Arguments that they had that I wasn't even there for etc.

However, I've also been told that my Grandmother - who passed away when my Mom was just a child herself, was a Sensative - so that could be the explanation. I can also look at photos of me and other family members and tell you exactly what was being said while the photo was taken - even when I couldn't walk or talk myself.

My Dad gets creeped out when I do that.