I was on a psylocibin trip at home and decided to put on my blindfold and lay in bed for some introspection and closed eye visuals. For reference, my blindfold consists of a layer of leather with a padded fuzzy lining. It’s very thick because it was intended for kink, but I like it because it’s comfy and blocks all light.

While laying in bed, I realized I could literally see through the blindfold. I could make out my hand in full color and could even see the ring I was rolling between my thumb and index finger. I could see when I waved my hand and could tell which fingers were up and which fingers were down. I could only really see my hand and whatever I was holding, surrounded by a black aura. It was super cool but bewildering as all hell. My partner was with me and even she was in disbelief.

My best guess is that the psylocibin turned my proprioception into visuals, like a form of synesthesia.

I was walking in flip-flops on asphalt when I sneezed. I opened my eyes after sneezing and my flip-flops were now behind me but facing forward and neatly arranged. What happened when I sneezed? Did I put my feet together, slide the backward to release the toes, jump up and then forward about 18”? All without noticing and in the span of one sneeze ?

I had a dream that my coworker died in a skiing accident. Two weeks later, he didn’t show up for work. Was in the ICU because he took his helmet off during lunch on the mountain and hit a jump wrong and went into a rock field. He died a few days later.

To be fair, I’ve had other dreams where people were hurt or died and it didn’t come true. But this shit shook me to my core. It still haunts me.

Rest in peace Justin. You were such a great dude. My favorite memory of you is how you’d flip out every time I’d pump up a bike tire in the shop and you’d freak out thinking it would explode, because of the one time it did.

I was once standing with my family in our breakfast nook, and a large ball of blue light floated in through the closed kitchen window. It was about the size of a basketball, very bright, kinda sparkly, and it was some sort of electricity, because it made all our hair stand straight up.

It just hovered in the middle of the kitchen for a minute, while my family and I stood there with our mouths hanging open, then it slowly dissipated. We all looked at each other in disbelief, then continued setting the table like nothing had happened.

I’m still not sure what it was. I call it ball lightning, but I really don’t know. It was a beautiful sunny day, not stormy at all.

Once when I was younger I was seperated from my family on Halloween. I panicked a bit and walked up the street towards where I thought they had gone. Then, I turned left, and came onto yet another street packed with Halloween celebrators. However, nobody was talking. I mean it was silent enough for me to hear my own footsteps and brushing past people in the crowd. For comparison, the other nearby streets were too loud to talk without shouting. I finally found the other members of my group after walking for a solid 5 minutes, and they all seemed to think I had never left.

Was taking an undergrad psych class. Teacher asked if we had any odd dreams. I mentioned that I had a dream where I was standing in a circle or benevolent strangers with my gf at the time. The song “brown eyed girl” was playing and then suddenly stopped. My gf and I turn to each other in surprise with a general “huh?” and the dream ends. The class has a fun time telling me I have a fear of commitment etc, we have a laugh and move on to the next person’s dream story.

That weekend, I visit my gfs college, we attend a huge bonfire. Ton of people gathered around. There’s a band. They sarcastically start playing brown eyed girl as a joke, as it was way off for their vibe, and then stop the song and make a joke. My gf and I turn to each other as if we were wanting them to play the whole song and we were surprised they stopped.

Then I freaked out! What made it wild was the fact I had shared the story a few days prior to my class.

I went back the next week and had to tell the class about the event. The professor was like “you have a gift”…

Ah, community college…

My spouse said yes when I asked them to marry me. Still don’t know why anyone would do that to themselves.

I’ve had a few moments in my life where I dream of myself doing a mundane thing and then years later I end up doing that thing, remember the dream from years ago, and ponder if I have the worlds lamest precognition where I only realize I caught a glimpse of the future after already living out he moment I caughta glimpse of.

Oh and also when I was a toddler I vividly remember the experience of freezing to death in the back yard while playing in the snow. I mostly chalk it up to a dream but I remember the nightmares I had as a kid and all of them were surreal chase dreams with a monster version of the easter bunny or the geiko lizard getting me.

This was different. I still remembee the back yard, the ‘fort’ I had made and trapped myself in, I remember clawing at the snow to get out until my hands went from burning to feeling nothing, screaming for mommy to save me to no avail, and eventually succumbing to the cold. I dont know how toddler me would b able to imagine up the exact sensations of freezing or that level of grim detail.

When I was younger (probably round 6-10, best guess) I was snacking on pickles one day as I would at that age, when later that evening I had clearly had too many cause I had a real bad belly ache. To skip to the important part, I swear to whatever gods you choose, that I threw up a whole unchewed pickle spear

Once, back in high school, I had a printer cable coiled up and laying on my computer desk. I put my keys in the center of the coil, and for some reason a piece of paper over the top. (Random desk clutter.) When I went to grab them the next day, I lifted the paper, and they were gone. This was the inside of a coiled cable, a circular area maybe 4 inches in diameter, so it’s not like I could just overlook them somehow. I figured that I must have moved them and forgotten about it, but when I searched again a few hours later, they were inside the coiled printer cable, under that sheet of paper. My family swore that they hadn’t moved my keys, and really, how would they even have found them in such an odd spot in my room?

It took place on a weekday morning, in the late 2000s, I dropped my ex at her workplace, and then I start driving towards my own workplace. I need to take a tunnel downtown, there’s a traffic light just before the tunnel. The light is red, I wait. The light turns green, I go ahead, along with another car next to me.

Right behind me, in my mirror, I see police cars blocking the street at the traffic light. I’m the last car that went through the traffic light. No other cars can make it behind me.

I’m kinda freaking out. Why are the police cars blocking the way to the tunnel?

I then realize there are only two cars in the tunnel, mine, and the car just before me. No other car. At 9am. On a weekday. What the hell is going on?

I keep on driving, everything seems normal, apart from the complete lack of cars.

Eventually, I see the end of the tunnel, with police cars on either side of the road. And police officers making OBVIOUS signs with their arms : “Get the fuck out of there, quick, faster!”.

Me and the other car make it out of the tunnel, then In my mirror, again, I see 4 police cars blocking the way out of the tunnel.

I turned on the radio. Nothing about this event. I searched the news websites for the whole day, I didn’t find anything. I asked around, at work, in social media, nobody knew about this. I didn’t think of calling the police station. I never learned what the hell happened in this tunnel.

My bet is it was either a bomb threat, or they had to catch a known criminal in this tunnel, or maybe a collapse danger of some kind. But the fact that it didn’t make local news is mind boggling to me. I sometimes wonder if I dreamed this.

I have almost supernaturally good luck when it comes to getting tickets for things, but in no other area of life. This probably isn’t the kind of thing you meant, and yet everything spooky I’ve eventually found a mundane explanation for. The ticket thing on the other hand? No idea.

This is something that still happens. When I go on any road trips that involves driving on the interstate (US), I will always happen to glance at mile marker 66. I’m usually never thinking about it when it happens. I’ll be totally absorbed into my phone (as a passenger of course!) or talking, and just happen to look up and right at mile marker 66. It always gives me a bit of a shock that I’ve noticed it again. Otherwise I don’t really pay any attention to the little green mile marker signs on the side of the road. I am not at all religious or believe in anything like that. I guess it just means I die at MM 66 on some interstate somewhere. This started happening in my teens.

I had’ a dream a few years back that death (a dark cloud with skeleton head and a black hood) came down from a hill that I had to drive over to get to work. On my drive the next day I narrowly evaded a dude overtaking and driving on the wrong (my) lane at the top of the hill…

Atheist and skeptic, so I can’t jump to conclusions, but I watched a sphere of light move alongside me in my car while I was driving next to the Willamette river in West Salem, Oregon. It moved and stopped with more precision than I’ve ever seen from a drone and stayed about 50-some feet in the air above the river. I moved my head around consistently to ensure it wasn’t a reflection on my windshield. My friend had told me about his “alien experience” that sounded shockingly the same, also in West Salem, but a good year before this. He claims to have seen multiple and was just standing outside for a cigarette.