Disciple of Marduk
- Aug 24, 2001
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That made me laugh! And she is gorgeousOn a mundane note.
A while back I was soaking in the bath, as is my wont when I get chilled.
Layed back thinking nice thoughts about Victoria Coren (as you do) when there was a sudden icy cold shower all over my head.
It was , of course, the accumulated water from the shower head hitting critical mass and dropping straight down to suitably positioned face.
All thought of Victoria faded away.
That’s the problem. The ‘drips’ come from thin air. No leaks. No condensation. No moisture. That’s the whole point of them being ‘phantom drips’.
So, just to verify, the drip after landing on a body had a verifiable wetness to it, is that correct?I have seen and heard it fall on a man's head, and he heard and felt it. He had his back to me and I had no time to warn him. No nerve endings there.
It went SPLAT.So, just to verify, the drip after landing on a body had a verifiable wetness to it, is that correct?
Escargot, what did the drop sound like when it manifested?
That happened to me a few times. Once when I was 10 years old, it was winter so it got dark early. It was around 7pm and I was walking to the store on Queen street in Toronto, Ontario. There was a man walking toward me, he was about a city block away, when he yelled, "There you are you little brat, where are the other two little shits?". Then he just ran full tilt toward me. I screamed and ran into traffic to cross the street. He didn't pursue. I have no idea who he was, never seen him before or since.Many years ago, I was walking home through the empty streets, in the early hours of a mid-week morning, by the light of a full-moon.
As I passed a long avenue something caught my eye, about 250M away there was a tall, dark figure standing in the middle of the road.
In an instant it became obvious that they had seen me because they turned in my direction and began running torwards me at some speed.
Panic set in and I ran across the road, down some side streets and through several alleyways to get back to my bedsit.
I have no doubt it was another human being but I felt an absolute sense of dread at the time; I've never seen anyone else move at such a pace
It imagine it sounds trivial, even as I write it, but something felt very wrong; and I'm glad I didn't hang around to find out who they were or what they wanted...
Just to clarify, was the spot already dry or was it never verifiably wet?It went SPLAT.
The ex felt it land on his balding pate, icy cold, and put his hand on his head saying 'What the HELL was THAT?'
His head was already dry.
This was all explained on the 'Drip' thread back when my memory of it was fresh.Just to clarify, was the spot already dry or was it never verifiably wet?
Did you both hear the splat?
For the benefit of science and future generations, we must ascertain that this was not a neural quirk, such as the ones I had with that spot on my leg (which felt wet, but had not been hit by a truly Fortean, mysteriously manifested-out-of-thin-air liquid blob.)
(I am earnestly hoping that your husband did indeed experience the truly Fortean, mysteriously manifested-out-of-thin-air liquid blob.)
Wow, that was really brave of you to kick him. I'm glad nothing happened to you.It's never a good idea to let anyone who's running full tilt at you to collide with you! It doesn't matter if they're natural or supernatural.
I had a similar experience as a young woman when I was waiting for the bus to go to work. It was 11:30 in the morning. Crazy guy walked by going "hey baby, hey baby" at me. I pretended to ignore him, but by accident he crossed the path of my gaze and as soon as our eyes met he changed course to walk rapidly toward me. He wasn't slowing down at all. I couldn't run off because I would have missed my bus, which only came every half hour. He was three feet from me and not slowing down at all, so I kicked him in the shin. That made him irate, and he threatened me verbally, but he walked away.
Glad your out of the place and in alive. That would be my worse nightmare.The house became infested with brown recluse spiders which only targeted me and I was bitten 7 times in all , and got gangrene from a couple of the bites and was in danger of losing a leg and possibly dying. :shock:
Isn't your memory crystal clear? I thought I was the only one whose memories faded over time . . .This was all explained on the 'Drip' thread back when my memory of it was fresh.
Me too!I could almost see my mum being told of my death and feel her distress
I've heard this idea dubbed "quantum suicide", which I am not sure is all that helpful a label But the basic notion is the same: what each of us experiences as our "I" continues down a timeline in which we survive events that kill us in other timelines.Me too!
Here's a worrying additional thought that occurred to me at the time....the idea we sometimes read about our lives/realities splitting off into alternative timelines/universes.. Maybe I (and you)..the original version... really did die, and the versions sitting here at the keyboard are the part of us that branched off into another timeline....
Would that imply that - should this one of me live to a hopeful old age - this version of me is the ultimate? Sloughing off other reality versions of me as I go?I've heard this idea dubbed "quantum suicide", which I am not sure is all that helpful a label But the basic notion is the same: what each of us experiences as our "I" continues down a timeline in which we survive events that kill us in other timelines.
Taken to its logical although difficult to credit conclusion - mind you, I've never seen this articulated in any of the discussions of the subject that I've read - the implication must be that, in that timeline, we never die. It's little consolation, though, because there is no guarantee that our loved ones will survive in the same timeline.