Spooky Ass Shit
So, I am certain impossible things happen everyday. The people that experience these impossible things prolly just chuck it up to misunderstanding of what actually happened, or just say 'well, that was strange' and go on with their hum drum lives, and eventually forget how unreal reality was, for however long the impossible thing occurred.
But, really now, when impossbile things keep on happenning, it becomes harder to ignore, and one starts looking for a better understanding of not only the impossible occurances, but of one's fundemental grasp of the universe.
To see things, that are not there, can be brought on by drugs, sure. And yeah, it's no shock that that is how I justified my uncanny visions, at first. But when the things you see and hear, that no one else can see or hear, continue to appear, and you are stone sober, you question your sanity. When you are certain that you are (reasonably) sane, you can stop worrying and try to figure out what the messages being told to you mean.
So, I'll tell you of some of the impossible things:
The other night I was asleep in my bed with the man. I woke up, suddenly, and looked down my hall, to my livingroom, where I thought i saw candle light. I shook the man and asked if he had lit candles, he had not and neither had i. I figured I was just seeing headlights from outside, and went back to sleep. I woke up again a short while later to candlelight in the hallway and faint singing. It sounded like 'happy birthday'. I looked at Dan, and decided not to wake him again. I looked up, into my hallway and saw, SAW, two women, holding a cake singing happy birthday. I decided to wake Dan. I did, and they were gone. He grumbled and fell back to sleep. I sat up, staring where the women were, until i fell asleep.
In the morning i called my mother and told her what i had seen. She asked, 'really? Because it's your great grandmother's birthday today and your grandmother's birthday in three days'.
okay. neat.
So then I get a huge wound, I mean, deep and long and needing stitches. I show it to Dan, who says that it does need to be stitched up, but he was to drunk to do it properly. I put a band aid on it, figuring it could wait until morning. The next day Bernadette calls me and says she had a strange dream about me, she said I had wounds that she was trying to heal. As I was on the phone with her I peeled back the band aid, the wound was gone. Not scabed, not bleeding, though there was blood on the bandage, it was just fucking gone.
And there is more. But I won't bore you further. It's just...there are some blurred lines for me lately. Anyone else experiencing impossible things?
But, really now, when impossbile things keep on happenning, it becomes harder to ignore, and one starts looking for a better understanding of not only the impossible occurances, but of one's fundemental grasp of the universe.
To see things, that are not there, can be brought on by drugs, sure. And yeah, it's no shock that that is how I justified my uncanny visions, at first. But when the things you see and hear, that no one else can see or hear, continue to appear, and you are stone sober, you question your sanity. When you are certain that you are (reasonably) sane, you can stop worrying and try to figure out what the messages being told to you mean.
So, I'll tell you of some of the impossible things:
The other night I was asleep in my bed with the man. I woke up, suddenly, and looked down my hall, to my livingroom, where I thought i saw candle light. I shook the man and asked if he had lit candles, he had not and neither had i. I figured I was just seeing headlights from outside, and went back to sleep. I woke up again a short while later to candlelight in the hallway and faint singing. It sounded like 'happy birthday'. I looked at Dan, and decided not to wake him again. I looked up, into my hallway and saw, SAW, two women, holding a cake singing happy birthday. I decided to wake Dan. I did, and they were gone. He grumbled and fell back to sleep. I sat up, staring where the women were, until i fell asleep.
In the morning i called my mother and told her what i had seen. She asked, 'really? Because it's your great grandmother's birthday today and your grandmother's birthday in three days'.
okay. neat.
So then I get a huge wound, I mean, deep and long and needing stitches. I show it to Dan, who says that it does need to be stitched up, but he was to drunk to do it properly. I put a band aid on it, figuring it could wait until morning. The next day Bernadette calls me and says she had a strange dream about me, she said I had wounds that she was trying to heal. As I was on the phone with her I peeled back the band aid, the wound was gone. Not scabed, not bleeding, though there was blood on the bandage, it was just fucking gone.
And there is more. But I won't bore you further. It's just...there are some blurred lines for me lately. Anyone else experiencing impossible things?