posted on Jun, 22 2008 @ 10:48 PM
I was about 15 or so and lived with my father and grandfather. We had two houses. My grandfather lived in the larger house and my father and I
stayed in the smaller one a lot because it had air conditioning. My grandfather had severe arthritis and cool temperatures made his joints ache.
I was off from school for the summer, so the routine was that I got up and rode horses in the mornings while my father did things around the house.
He was retired from the Air Force. About noon, we would all eat, then take a nap in the heat of the day, get up about 4 p.m. and do whatever in the
My grandfather usually mowed the lawn, which was almost an acre, and one day, for some reason, we all discussed me mowing it the next morning. Well,
the next day came and I woke up from my afternoon nap, but could not immediately determine if it was morning or afternoon. I sat on the bed trying to
figure it out. I was getting a bit freaked out because I didn't ever wake up groggy, so I looked at the window for a clue to the sunlight, then went
through the house and the clock said it was afternoon. The problem was, I had no memory of the morning. None. The day and night before, yes. I
always got up early in the mornings, so it wasn't like I slept in until the afternoon. I remembered we had talked about me mowing the grass, and it
was mowed, but I couldn't remember if I did it. I couldn't remember ONE THING from the morning. I went into the other house and figured I had
better not start talking about this amnesia thing or daddy, the old crusty ex-military guy would think I had been doing drugs or something (this was
the '70's). I struck up a conversation to determine, in a round about way if I had mowed the grass, and I had.
I hadn't been using drugs, wasn't sleep deprived, hadn't fallen off my horse on my head, and wasn't having emotional issues. I NEVER remembered
one thing from that morning.
Next, in about 1985 or so, I was sitting in the bathtub of my apartment with the water running over my hand. Someone was using their water and it was
making mine go hot/cold. I was waiting for them to finish so I could turn on the shower. I was staring across the room, not really focused on
anything, thinking of who knows what when the can of bathroom cleanser on the counter tilted up on one side and dropped down. I not only saw it, but
heard it too.
Another apartment about a year later, I had an incident like Lannock's swinging keys. I had a shop vac that I used to vacuum with. It was loud, so
I wore ear plugs. They were rubbery things attached to each other by a string of the same rubbery stuff. I had left the vac in the hallway, hung the
ear plugs over the door knob, and started studying for a test. I was sitting on the bed and had been reading a bit when I looked up to rest my eyes.
I was facing the ear plugs on the knob. I had been reading for maybe 30 minutes and when I looked up again the earplugs were swinging. No doors or
windows were open. No breeze was in the room. No cats were in that part of the apartment. Here's the really weird part, the plugs were not hanging
evenly on the knob. One side was of the string was shorter, but they were swinging TOGETHER. That is physically impossible. The shorter string will
always swing faster than the longer one. Try it if you can't visualize it. That was really tripping me out, so I looked away. When I looked back,
the same thing was going on. I waited probably three or four minutes and looked again, but they had stopped.
In this same room, I had the TV come on. Everybody said it was a power surge, but the power button had been pushed in. This happened when I was
studying again. Maybe there is something about my mind being in a particular calm state that makes this weird stuff happen, or encourages it, or