posted on Sep, 5 2006 @ 03:23 PM
I have this strange encounter that I would like feedback on:
Ok Mean Auntie terrorizes her two very impressionable pre-teen nieces for several weeks about aliens among us. I point out various persons who could
be aliens and proceed to feed them stories about alien abduction, government conspiracies, area 51, end of days prophecy, etc. When asked about
various marks that appear on their bodies I explain it was probably from when they were abducted the night before.
Finally I acquiesced and explained to them they have nothing to worry about. That the aliens here are to help us and sometime soon before or near
2012 they will reveal themselves and hopefully they will help us stop all these silly wars.
The very next week I had the strangest encounter. While in line at the post office with my neighbor next door, two men stepped in line behind me.
One was very short and the other behind him was very tall. While I took no notice of them for the most part, I suddenly became very agitated at the
shorter man directly behind me. As if there were something wrong with him. Suddenly he stepped out of line and left in a hurry. I turned to watch
him leave and noticed the much taller man was watching leave. This is when I caught a silhouette of the man against the window lighting. Then the
taller gentleman started up a conversation with me about all things, my work boots. He commented that they were very beat up like his cowboy boots.
I explained to him that they were like that from working with heavy cargo on pallets. We talked for about 5 minutes before I was called next in line.
As I proceeded to the counter he suddenly said “I have short wide feet so I have to have special shoes”. While this may seem innocent enough it
brought about a most curious reaction from me. First of all this is exactly what I say when people comment on how small my feet are. 2nd of all I
had not noticed that his feet were small or short at all, though he did seem to make a concerted effort to draw my attention to them earlier. Lastly
when he said this I could not help but repeat what he said and at the same time the oddest feeling of surrealism. It was as if I were in a trace
aware that I was moving and talking but not in control. Like when you wake up from a dream and have to shake yourself awake and realize that it was a
Anyway I left the post office not once looking back at the gentleman thinking to myself what a handsome gentleman, and to speak with me so casually
seemed odd. As I got in my car and left the post office I realized I had no idea what the man looked like and how could I be thinking about how
handsome he was when I could not recall his looks.
To this day all I can remember is his boots, his silhouette, his very big white teeth when he smiled. I think he had sunglasses and a goatee but
cannot be sure. When I left the Post Office I was in the best of moods but could not remember at all what the gentleman looked like and could not
explain my surreal experience when he spoke those words.
[edit on 5-9-2006 by rezial666]