What's the strangest/surreal experience you can remember? I remember being stuck in Paris just before Christmas. It was very surreal, because we were there with Americans who had a plane to catch in Norway. I've had more, but I can't remember them x) EDIT: Oh, this should probably be moved to the spam section. I had several tabs open so I posted in the wrong area
thats strange??? lol anyway I have been in the very seat of strangeness all my life but if I'm going for the most resent exsperiance I would say hearing my name being called and feeling a hand on my sholder when no one was near me in London that was creepy lol and that was about six days ago lol
I was taking a shortcut home pretty late in the evening through a small forest, and all of a sudden a guy with a f***ing machete walks by. After he goes by me I notice that he was just chopping wood... But the fact that I was listening to fairly creepy music didn't exactly help my nerves.
Well, it was surreal because it was so strange and it didnt make sense etc. I guess it is one of those "you would have to be there to get it" things ;)
Let's see... All of those times that I have woken up, and then woken up again. This one is a great example of that. Most disorienting thing I have ever been through. 09/10/10 The dream starts out with my father and I walking and sitting down in a kind of auditorium with raised rows for seating, going up until they hit the back wall. We came in from a door on right of the same wall as the stage platform, and I took a seat on the right edge, close to the middle of the vertical row, but closer to the front than the back. My father sat several seats behind me. He was wearing a drag outfit, makeup, blond wig and all. We were hear for some kind of seminar or presentation, possibly for a university; at least, it had that kind of feel to it. After about twenty minutes of speaking, my father begins to cheer wildly, and actively. I put my face in palm and get up to leave, to which several of the audience members laugh and go, "Ooooh!". I jumped from my seat to the door, which is quite a ways, and realized that gravity was mine to command; that I was dreaming, actually, but I did not consider other abilities an issue. I was not thinking critically very well, but I was to an extent. I walked out of the door to find a green lawn that extended out to the road about a hundred yards away, my father's old white car that we do not own in reality about thirty feet away, and a flag poll without a flag on it next to the car. A girl followed me out of the building, and seemed to be telling me to calm down and come back in. She was around my age, and was obviously looking for attention, smiling and laughing too much. I ignored her, and jumped up to the top of the flag pole. She had somehow gotten her arms around me from the back, and was holding onto me with her chin on my shoulder. I jumped off of the tip of the flag pole and went flying far to the left of the door, not acknowledging her presence. As we flew, she began dry humping me, which was very distracting. We flew on like that for a minute or so, passed a few buildings, and I eventually got fed up with it and decided to give her what she wanted. I came down onto an empty green lot with a few trees, and set her down. I decided that she was not unattractive, and pinned her down and undressed her, and so on. She seemed fine with this, helping me along and moving with me. At some point later we were back at my father's car and tussling on the ground beside it. The door to the auditorium opened, and we suddenly got up, fully dressed. My father came out looking very serious in a formal suit with another man wearing a trench coat and glasses. He came over and inspected the car for signs of sexual activity, and, finding nothing, told my father, "it is clean." I was glad that we had not bothered to hide in the car, after all. I then woke up, and thought, "Well, that was a strange dream." I got dressed and went out into the living room, where Bobby, Danny, and my brothers were waiting. Bobby turned around his laptop around and showed a picture on his Facebook album of the girl and I kissing. He said, "Nice job, man." Danny was laughing. It hit me that that was not a dream, or that something had happened to influence it that I did not remember. I marveled on this for a while, trying to recall scenarios where I had met her in real life, but to no avail. I woke up at some point, and did not realize that it had not happened, and that I had woken up for real until my mother said something about a dream while sitting at the kitchen table. I have never been so shaken in my life.
Something odd happens to me everyday...... Like people who Ive never seen before knowing my name,or touching my hair. But a very creepy moment was when I was out walking,just because I was bored,and this man came up beside. At first I was just like yeah,who cares,cause he actaully didnt say anything,just walked beside me,grinning. Then I relised he had something in his hand. It turned out to be a picture of me,from when I was 5 years old. The guy looked at me and s******ed,then said "Dont forget about your test tommorow" He then walked off,and Ive never seen him again. And yes,I did have a test the next day. So my paranoia is justified!!! :O
