Weirdest Expierence/s ever?

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What have been your weridest, or strangest expierences ever? Mine would have to be Cross Dress day at my school. That was more than weird. It was scary. Many of the guys wore short skirts, bra's, and such which showed horribly hairy legs....that was sick and weird when one thinks about it. Even the teachers cross dressed...yah definatley my weirdest expierence it happened this year and last year, and will proably happen next year also. Joyous....
 
Most of my dreams are pretty weird, they involve vampire zombies.

I suppose my weirdest experience was watching a guy splitting his head open in our old school. River of blood is mildly off-putting. He eventually became my best friend, and the scenario is now made fun of, despite the fact he was technically dead for several minutes.
 
I had my wisdom teeth pulled (under local anasthetic) while ripped on LSD. :eek:
 
Started questioning reality big time just earlier this week. At one point Time didn't just fly by, I swear it was 7 oclock one second and then 9 oclock the next. Like I had blacked out for 2 hours in the middle of work
 
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Saving mans life on bridge
smoking pot for first time
mini bootcamp in highschool for a week
cutting open a necatarine, and having it explode into about a dozen scuttering away earwigs
 
Neomega said:
Saving mans life on bridge
smoking pot for first time
mini bootcamp in highschool for a week
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What happened with the guy on a bridge? :eek:

And my first experience with pot was that I forgoed any pleasant experiences and went straight to throwing up. I'm not a pot smoker now :p
 
silver 2039 said:
What have been your weridest, or strangest expierences ever? Mine would have to be Cross Dress day at my school. That was more than weird. It was scary. Many of the guys wore short skirts, bra's, and such which showed horribly hairy legs....that was sick and weird when one thinks about it. Even the teachers cross dressed...yah definatley my weirdest expierence it happened this year and last year, and will proably happen next year also. Joyous....
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Silver, you're a sadist and you think CDing is sick and wierd? When you wonder when society doesn't have an open mind toward your propensities, remember this.

On the other hand, a school full of crossdressed people would definitely qualify as wierd.

My wierdest experience would have to be going to the New England Fetish Fleamarket. Between the toys for sale and the people perusing, it was surreal the first time I went.
 
Kan' Sharuminar said:
What happened with the guy on a bridge? :eek:
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Spoiler :

In mid 2000, I believe it was, there were a couple of racially motivated murders of white guys, by groups of young black guys, (one group had 15 year olds, IIRC).

I visited my Brother in Bremerton, at about 2:30 AM I was driving across a bridge, when I saw a fight.

A few cars passed it, but as I approached it, I could see it was no fight, it was three black guys beating up a little white guy.

My first thought was "oh ****, they're Black!" because black people can scare white folk like me, especially when they are beating someone up.

Then I thought, "that is what they want... they will be confused if you show them no fear"

I flipped the car around and pulled up. There were 3 guys, the shortest I put at about 5'8" (my height) but he was the most ripped, probably 180 lbs. He was the one doing all the hitting. the vicitm looked like a rag doll, obviously unconscious, and his body being tossed around. The other two guys were bigger, but were just laughing.

I suppose I should add I was suicidal at the time, I am not sure if I could do the same today.

So I pulled my car up, and decided to stare at the "ringleader" "the hitter", and ignore the other two guys.

He threw his hands up in the air, and shouted, "What!? You want some!? What!?"

I didn't flinch, I just opened my door and started to walk towards him, I would akin my posture to a sheep walking to the slaughter... the whole time I was thinking, "you need to leave, you need to leave" (kind of like projecting it to them). He reached behind the dashboard like he had a gun, but I could see his eyes, he was scared. He reached a second time, like perhaps I did not understand he was signalling he had a gun, but I just kept walking towards him, his friends had already hopped in the car, so he hopped in too, and they took off.

The guy getting beat was a very small, maybe 5'3", bum. I gave him my number, but he never called and thanked me. It took him a few minutes to regain conciousness, he asked me if I was an angel.... I just laughed and said no. He was beat up real bad, his face was puffy and blood was coming out of every orifice, his mouth was dribbling blood from the corners.

The strange thing was, an ambulance came right after I helped him up, and I flagged them down, they actually tried to avoid me, but I stpped in front of them.

Then when the police came, they seemed completely uninterested. perhaps because I didn't get the license number of the car, (I was just to focused on staring at the ringleader).

I am sorry if the story seems racist, I suppose I could leave the part out about them being black, but I honestly believe it was an attempt at a copycat crime... it follwed the pattern of a brazen murder-beatings on the streets in the Puget Sound area.


And my first experience with pot was that I forgoed any pleasant experiences and went straight to throwing up. I'm not a pot smoker now :p
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Mine was incredibly crazy to say the least, I smoked a lot andflipped out laughing insanely for over an hour.
 
Silver, you're a sadist and you think CDing is sick and wierd? When you wonder when society doesn't have an open mind toward your propensities, remember this.
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I don't enjoy the sight of hairy male legs. If someone is going to cross dress please shave your legs. I have no problem with people cross dressing I just don't enjoy looking at it. And indeed it qualfies for weird when a number of guys including teachers are wearing dresses, padded bras, and short skirts, or in one case a burka....it is somewhat odd to say the least.
 
silver 2039 said:
I don't enjoy the sight of hairy male legs. If someone is going to cross dress please shave your legs.
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:lol: ah, roger that.
 
Neomega said:
Spoiler :

In mid 2000, I believe it was, there were a couple of racially motivated murders of white guys, by groups of young black guys, (one group had 15 year olds, IIRC).

I visited my Brother in Bremerton, at about 2:30 AM I was driving across a bridge, when I saw a fight.

A few cars passed it, but as I approached it, I could see it was no fight, it was three black guys beating up a little white guy.

My first thought was "oh ****, they're Black!" because black people can scare white folk like me, especially when they are beating someone up.

Then I thought, "that is what they want... they will be confused if you show them no fear"

I flipped the car around and pulled up. There were 3 guys, the shortest I put at about 5'8" (my height) but he was the most ripped, probably 180 lbs. He was the one doing all the hitting. the vicitm looked like a rag doll, obviously unconscious, and his body being tossed around. The other two guys were bigger, but were just laughing.

I suppose I should add I was suicidal at the time, I am not sure if I could do the same today.

So I pulled my car up, and decided to stare at the "ringleader" "the hitter", and ignore the other two guys.

He threw his hands up in the air, and shouted, "What!? You want some!? What!?"

I didn't flinch, I just opened my door and started to walk towards him, I would akin my posture to a sheep walking to the slaughter... the whole time I was thinking, "you need to leave, you need to leave" (kind of like projecting it to them). He reached behind the dashboard like he had a gun, but I could see his eyes, he was scared. He reached a second time, like perhaps I did not understand he was signalling he had a gun, but I just kept walking towards him, his friends had already hopped in the car, so he hopped in too, and they took off.

The guy getting beat was a very small, maybe 5'3", bum. I gave him my number, but he never called and thanked me. It took him a few minutes to regain conciousness, he asked me if I was an angel.... I just laughed and said no. He was beat up real bad, his face was puffy and blood was coming out of every orifice, his mouth was dribbling blood from the corners.

The strange thing was, an ambulance came right after I helped him up, and I flagged them down, they actually tried to avoid me, but I stpped in front of them.

Then when the police came, they seemed completely uninterested. perhaps because I didn't get the license number of the car, (I was just to focused on staring at the ringleader).

I am sorry if the story seems racist, I suppose I could leave the part out about them being black, but I honestly believe it was an attempt at a copycat crime... it follwed the pattern of a brazen murder-beatings on the streets in the Puget Sound area.




Mine was incredibly crazy to say the least, I smoked a lot andflipped out laughing insanely for over an hour.
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Very nice work on the first part, you did a very decent thing, to say the least.

For the second, I was watching The Office at the time. Hilarity + pot = craziness.
 
Very nice work on the first part, you did a very decent thing, to say the least.
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I was kind of glad it happened. It was a chance to prove myself, to myself, as well as redeem myself for the two things I can't talk about. (ad hominem shield)

It was also a once in a lifetime chance... situations like that don't happen too often (I read another here about a month ago that was somewhat similar)




I think the pot thing would be very very embarassing, if I didn't have so much fun that night. I really flipped out and was gone for hours.

Whenever I see old friends, who were there, they'll mention it by the end of the day. Oh Ship!!! Is very close to what I yelled over and over again in my epileptic laughter.
 
blargh! that must of been so ****ed up.

mine was probably a trip as well,
was at a friends house, listing to pink floyd as usual and tripping and drinkign abstinthe, we went for a walk around her village (about 1 am till 4) with a mist. her cat followed us all the way. and every time a car went past us we decided to "freeze" in over done walkin pose. i then managed to walk into a horse as i wasnt looking where is was going,and i got stopped by police for singing the umpa lumpa songs whilst carrying a traffic cone, we got back to hers and started watching clockwork orange and The Wall.

that was pretty strange night.

silver, how do you manage with shorts?
 
I've seen alot of weird stuff.....it doesn't really feel that weird to me anymore:lol:

Recently whilst at Download Festival there were these people dressed up as insects, fully in charachter, crawling around and going right up to people and staring at them and touching them and stealing stuff from them. I wasn't really bothered, i just continued to eat my lunch, though alot of peopel got freake dout. It was quite weird when one fo them started licking my friend Buddie's neck and spewing some black liquid stuff on her:crazyeye:

Other than that i've seen pleanty of weird stuff at festivals, heck i've taken part in alot of it! Like deciding a guy who worked on a dougnut stall (at Readin festival) was Hulk Hogan and worshiping him 2 years in a row, and then when he got banned form site the next year tehre was guys giving out Hogan stickers and setting up a wrestling match where the stall used to be:D

Here is the return Hogan to Reading petition.. http://www.petitiononline.com/hu1k2004/petition.html

Last year the same organisers of the save Hogan campaign organised a mass pillow fight instead, that was pretty cool.
 
My dreams are the worst. Unlike the nightmares where you can at least be sure that they weren't real, my dreams take on so many aspects of reality that I spend hours wondering if something did or didn't happen. One of the mundane ones was dreaming that I opened a new thread - I still remember some of the replies. The bad ones involve screaming deaths and destroyed buildings, often by my hand. And they don't just start somewhere and break off; they continue from a memory I had, and when I wake up, the dreams seem like memories that ended a while back, and I can't dispel them by reminding myself that they ended just as I woke up.

Other wierd experiences include exchanging 'interesting' links with IglooDude. :mischief:
Also, there's the Aura of Command that used to come over me at school, when I would walk up to large groups of people older then me and tell them to stop or start doing something, and they'd obey for no apparent reason.
 
I was sitting in a barbershop once waiting for my turn. I was about to get up and sit dfown in the barber chair, when a minivan crashed through the door and plate glass window, missing me by a few inches, and smacked into the chair I was about to sit in, sending it flying against the wall.
 
Well, I was at the Danube delta. I was walking on a road. There were houses at the left and the Danube at the left. The road was about 30 meters above the Danube. I heard a dog that was barking very loud and I was a little scared. I realised the dog was a kind of Chiuhahua (or however it is spelled). Then I thought: there is no sense in fighting or scaring it. I'll just avoid it. I just walked backwards a little. One step, another step, and there was nothing below my foot. I put my arms over my head and rolled down over some rocks until I fell into the Danube. The water was really cold and I wasn't able to stop it. It was simply carring me away, I couldn't swim against it's direction to try to stay in place. I was unable to grab a rock and stop. For about 30 minutes, I managed to keep my head above the water (I could swim, just that the river was too powerful). More, I was unable to stay near the edge of the river, it was carring me to the center. I was near the center when I passed very close to a fishing boat. The people from the boat took me with them and asked me what happened. I told them the whole story.
After a few minutes of staying in the boat, I saw something: my father! It was impossible. I was carried by the river, right? So I went eastwards. The people from the boat were going in the same direction. So how is it possible? I asked them to let me get down the boat, and they answered me that when they saved me, I was coming from the opposite direction?
Appearently, I floated on the Danube westwards, against its course!!!

Also I remember saying several times: How awful/nice it would be to meet now Mr/Mrs Random Name! The next street I meet exactly that person.
 
And am I allowed to post some weird experience that didn't happen to me?

My grandmother (odihneasca-se in pace), which is now dead (she died before I was born) lived a lot of weird experiences.

Once she was in the 8th grade, and she went into the classroom and said: The geography teacher will give us a test! He will ask us about the Carpathian mountains! I dreamt this the night before!

Strangely, this was exactly what happened. He entered the classroom and said: "take a piece of paper, and as a title write: Test at geography. Subject: Write about the Carpathian mountains".

Nothing really strange about it?

She was living with a room mate. At a very important test that everyone has to pass before finishing school (12th grade), she had another dream like this.

In the dream, she was sitting next to her room mate and a tall teacher with black glasses gave them the subjects of the text. She saw on that paper 20 subjects, in a certain order.

Next day, she went there... Guess what happened! The teacher she dreamt about came and gave her a paper with the 20 subjects IN THE ORDER she saw them in her dream.

But her room mate copyed everything she wrote. She copyed so bad, that it was obvious that she cheated. But it was impossible to say who should be punished because they weren't able to say who copyed from who. So a special subject was made for they two (note, in communist regimes, things like these are not very uncommon. A special subject could be made just for 2 students, and her teacher was not fired when she almost killed her in school by keeping her head under ice-cold water for 30 minutes, so that she is sure that my grandmoteher's hair was natural).

So they had to pass another test...
The night before this one, her room mate said: "Georgeta, dream the subject!!!". Of course her answer was "Come on, I can't do this when I want to. It simply happens."

At 4 AM, she got up and started to shout: "Maria, write!!! WRITE! Grab a pencil and a piece of paper and write! Do it now, before I forget!!! What type of substances result from the reaction of 300 miligrams of ...".

SHE DREAMT EXACTLY THE SUBJECTS FROM THE TEST, IN THEIR ORDER!!!

Still think it's not so strange?

She was with my father on a trip, in another city. They realised they forgot to do something very important (it's too long to write what it is about).

So she and my uncle sent my father (who was 17) to go and solve the problem.
A truck driver agreed to take him on board. Later, because they were not in a big hurry, my grandmother and my uncle managed to get a truck driver take them too. After about 1 hour of travelling, the truck where my father was slipped and got off the road. A window from the truck was broken, and one of the wheels had some problems.

IN THE EXACT MOMENT WHEN THIS HAPPENED, MY GRANDMOTHER STARTED TO SHOUT LIKE MAD: "He had an accident!!! He had an accident!!! Hurry up! We must get there and help him!!!". The driver of the truck she was in was looking at her like if she was mad. My uncle knew the story above, and really got a bit scared about this.

When they saw my father really had an accident, the truck driver was speechless, and was looking really very disturbed by this story!
 
I got a grandma story.

I have heard stories she was psychic. About 10 years ago a bunch of my family was in the living room, waiting talking with family, my grandma live 1500 miles away, so my Uncle was there too, and we were chit chatting.

My cousin was due to arrive at the airport in a couple of hours.

Anyways

about 8 of us chit-chatting, suddenly my grandma pops up and says "oh... there's Lisa" I glance out the window, assuming she is standing outside in front of the door. My uncle (Lisa's father) says "what are you talking about, she isn't supposed to be here for another hour!"

phone rings.

;) Guess whose flight just arrived an hour early?

Yeah. Me and my brother talked about it that night. It shook our skeptical beliefs. Still did. I still can't explain it.




I got another wierd thing:

When I was in line for a halloween rave in Seattle, I was very paranoid. too many people (10,000+) around me. I go to toss something in the garbage can behind me, as we are standing and waiting, and as soon as it lands on the bottom i hear a much larger crash, turn back around, and there is a 20 or so year old mexican kid, laying on the ground, out cold.

Everybody stood around for about 5 minutes, just casually ignoring him laying their on the grass. Then I saw bubbles frothing out of his mouth, so, in front of 20000 people, I bark out "Security! .....Event!" to the first event staff I see walking down the street.

long story short, kid was out cold. They (the paramedics when they arrived) slapped his face, did big belly slaps to try to wake him, nothing woke him up.
 
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