posted on Dec, 23 2016 @ 12:47 PM
Starting in the fall of 2015, I began experiencing a series of strange events. Things I distinctly remembered happened completely differently
according to other people involved, which was easy enough to ignore. People can be wrong. I can be wrong. Both have happened before.
I had a new morning commute. I had studied the map of it, programmed my GPS, knew every turn. For the sake of the story and without revealing any
details that could out the location, my route was as follows:
1. Take Little Back Road to Big Highway, go right
2. Take Big Highway to Townsville Road, go left
3. Take Townsville Road to Smith Avenue, go right
4. Take Smith Avenue to Your Location, on the right
So I did those things. Right as I was about to turn on to Townsville Road, my GPS quit. I ignored it, as I knew my next turn and approximately where
it was along Townsville Rd. I came to a stop light. There was road construction, and across the street from me there was a sandwich shop with a
bearded mascot giving a big thumbs up. I looked at the street sign, wondering why Smith hadn't come up yet. The street sign said River Street. I
didn't recall a River Street during my perusal of the local map. Something felt off. I kept driving. I kept driving to the very end of Townsville Rd.
I tried my GPS again, and it took me on a long and circuitous route to Smith Ave, not back along Townsville as expected. That night, driving home
along Smith, I came to the spot where the construction was, where the sandwich shop was. My head whipped around to the street sign. SMITH EFFING
AVENUE. Whole lot of nope. I was uncomfortable, beyond uncomfortable. A road had completely hopped positions. All I wanted to do was go home, so I got
on Big Highway and put the pedal down.
I knew the way home on Big Highway like the back of my hand, especially at night, where my turn off was marked by the great glowing sign of a tractor
dealership. So I passed the McD's about 1/4 mile before the tractor dealership and the start of Little Back Road. Except the tractor dealership never
appeared on the side of the road. The turnoff did, but I noticed in time that it lead directly into a stand of trees so did not take it. Nor did the
landscapers appear, whose sign was equally bright and also was an entry to Little Back Road. I kept driving, and wound up at the hardware store on a
completely different highway ten miles away and unconnected to any of the roads I took coming home, and in not enough time to have made it there, even
with the pedal down. It happened again, a road swapped. Heart thundering, I meandered home, my GPS failing every time I opened it. I was baffled,
frightened, and wondered what the hell kind of trouble I'd be in trying to explain this to my husband.
The next day, Smith was in the right place, but River was...everywhere. I passed River in three places along Townsville and Smith. The way home was
almost normal, except that the turnoff that lead to the stand of trees was still mysteriously there, but shortly before my real turnoff at the tractor
dealership. When I got home, I looked at the map of the town, and found that River ran only through downtown and only crossed Smith once many miles
down the road from my destination. That seemed to piss it off, whatever was doing this to me, because I started seeing River road in totally different
towns where it should not have been, towns that had no River Avenue. It was like the world was switching realities all around me, and nobody noticed
but me even after I pointed it out. It either hadn't happened, or nobody remembered. I felt like I was going mad. I told my therapist about all of it
and how terrified I was that my meds had stopped working after two years of successfully not being bipolar as a mfer.
And then I suddenly had proof. A few days later, I drew a drawing for my mother (she was staying with my husband and I) of a cartoon character she
hates saying how much it loved and respected her as a friend. I waggled it around at her, let her look at it, and then folded it in half longways and
crumpled it up. Into the trash it went. A few minutes later I went to annoy her some other way, and the drawing was tacked to the mantelpiece in her
room. Never folded. Never crumpled. I just pointed at it and yelled "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" She looked at me and said something to the effect of
"with a thumbtack?" And I explained that I had crumpled that bastard up and threw him in the trash where he belonged. Nope, she snatched him away
from me and hid him while I was dangling him in front of her face.
I can tell you that 100%, even my most delusional manias could not have made me believe that I had done something completely different than what I had
actually done, and I wasn't manic.
It has continued from there. People I never met who related the great times we had together, rock shows I never went to. Not DID type of things,
because it's not like I had been a different person or sleepwalking or something like that. I was me, I just wasn't actually there as the me I am.
It keeps happening. I regularly expect things to just be different when I wake up one day. Used to terrify me, but I guess even horrifying things
become normal if they happen to you often enough.
I have concluded that I am somehow swapping with my alters in similar parallel universes. I have determined no mechanism nor any reason for this
The most recent I noticed was that a moon of Jupiter I was obsessed with as a kid doesn't exist and never existed. It was called Alecto, and I
remember the picture of it in my book about Jupiter quite clearly. It was primarily a creamy yellowish color with dark grooves or canyons on its
surface and a slight graying at the northern pole, and (in the 1990s when I read about it) the astronomers who wrote the book expected that it was
primarily made of dirty ice, not too horribly different from a comet. I thought it looked very beautiful and somehow exotic, and now it's gone. I can
find no photo of this moon under a different name. I even checked Saturn to see if I'd accidentally confused which planet it orbited. But it's just
not there, and it never was.