believe it or not

[kleenexwoman]

Because now I'm curious about this.

[Poll #716690]

ETA: If you feel comfortable doing so, please elaborate in comments.

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[lilka.livejournal.com]

Tiny thing, but I had a dream about a guy who I'd never seen before, and the next day I met him. He wasn't anybody important to me and we didn't talk for long, but he was exactly like the person I'd dreamed of the night before, from appearance to accent.

[squonk.livejournal.com]

Probably my first answer would better fit some choice in between "All the time" and "Isolated incident." Maybe more like "Isolated incident(s)"? It's definitely happened to me more than once--and some of them I'm pretty positive were supernatural, some I'm not sure--but I wouldn't really classify it as "All the time," either, just because that gives me a mental image of constantly walking around looking like Montgomery Burns on radiation exposure and meds (i.e. surrounded by an ethereal green glow).

[superfinemind.livejournal.com]

I just want to say, you win for username and icon. ^_^

[foxywriter.livejournal.com]

I've had a couple precog dreams -- dreaming of something that came true within 2 days. Not great events, either. The dreams had a really weird hyper-real vibe to them that kind of set them apart.

I'm actually part of a paranormal society that does ghost hunts. A quirky hobby of mine. So far, I haven't personally seen or felt anything I couldn't rationally explain.

[daftwullie.livejournal.com]

I feel stupid actually telling people about it, but I'm pretty sure there was the ghost of a man in my old house (recently moved, while I was in school, so I don't know about the new house) who would just watch. I'd see him out of the corner of my eye all the time, especially when I was home alone. Never face on, though. He was really tall and I got the impression of him being old and had sorta long hair.

As for the premonitions, I get those a lot but it's always about small things. It's like déjà vu but more intense and less vague.

[dyserenity.livejournal.com]

If I stay in crowds too long, I start almost picking up random people's thoughts. Once, this one guy who I heard a really nasty thought from, I saw on the news a few weeks later. He's been arrested for murder. O_O

I get déjà vu pretty much daily, too, and every now and then I'll say what the person I'm talking to was just about to say because I already know. It creeps people out. :P

[gmonkey42.livejournal.com]

I don't believe in ghosts or UFOs or anything but there's one weird thing that happened that involved me but I was too young to remember: my mom and I were at my grandparents' house. They had a laundry room upstairs that had a staircase leading down to a back door and the stairs were steep and often home to black widow spiders, so they kept the laundry room door closed to I couldn't go in there. I was upstairs and my mom was down by the front door. She suddenly got this... vision of a child's-eye-view of the laundry room and she knew it meant I'd gotten the door open and was in there. She went upstairs and I was in the laundry room.

So did she hear something that was too quiet to register consciously? Or was there some kind of... OK I hate to use the word "telepathic" here but some kind of telepathic communication going on? That I can't say for sure. My mom points out that our brains generate electromagnetic fields and radio waves, another type of electromagnetic radiation, can travel great distances. I have a hypothesis that, if that's true and we can get subconscious signals from other people, then that's what ghosts are. We think we see ghosts but it's really just information coming from other people. That would also explain out-of-body experiences, where someone can describe in detail a place where they've never been but other people have been there.

I believe that by living in cities, we numb ourselves to our senses. I saw a film, Being Caribou, a documentary by/about two people who went on foot with a solar-powered camera and a tent, following a herd of caribou for several months as they migrated from Canada to their calving grounds in Alaska. Sometimes they fell behind the herd and they talked about having vivid dreams about where they would see the herd next, and then those dreams came true. They said how the whole time, it was like living in a waking dream-state, how they felt so aware and open to the Earth around them. They said at the end of the film how being that open in civilization, a person would just be crushed under the weight of all the noise and overstimulation. It's like how the animals knew the S.E. Asia tsunami was coming after the earthquake hit and they fled to higher ground. I believe that animals, humans included, can see, hear, smell and feel a lot more than they're consciously aware of. Humans just have to turn it off as a defense against the constant stream of blaring sensory input we get from living with so much machinery and so many other humans in a small area.

The past two centuries, western humans have forged ahead with the Industrial Revolution and we're just now beginning to understand the consequences. I keep thinking about how we're at risk of driving whales to extinction with sonar. There are people working to stop the damage and find better ways of maintaining our lives in a way that still makes sense to us (telling everybody to go back to 18th century agrarianism, let alone hunting/gathering, wouldn't work. People wouldn't be able to do it and that system wouldn't support the population density that's built up as a result of the Industrial Revolution). It'll take another generation or two before we really get on track but I have hope.

...That got really philosophical. I'm going to post it in my own journal too.

[majorenglishesq.livejournal.com]

my mom is scary psychic. and i don't just mean b e c a u s e she's my mom, i mean she's had more scary cooincidences than are possible. like when we knew we'd get fucked on the connecting flight from vegas and we were. and then she mentioned that we were probably going to blow a tire on the road back home when we rented a car instead. and we did.

it's the kind of thing i'm not sure i want to inherit.

i'm not spiritual at all that i know of. just superstitious. her phenomenons make me moreso.

i've had tons of deja vu but i'm hard pressed to believe it meant anything.

i also had a very detailed dream that i still remember quite well. i was told it was of my past life. not sure that's for real. but i wrote it down somewhere, anyway, just in case.

my mother hates movies about spelunking and going into caves. she feels it's because she died underwater in a cave in a past life. her mom, my grandmother, actually goes wiggy when she sees anything Egyptian. she feels she died once in Egypt.

[majorenglishesq.livejournal.com]

oh, also, deja vu is just the matrix glitching. that's TRUE OMG.

and my mom can answer any question in any class so long as the professor passes in front of her. once they pass her, she catches the answer. she doesn't like answering in class. THAT i wish i could do.

[oddzade.livejournal.com]

I've had prophetic dreams and premonitions, and I get deja vu a lot, but only at really stupid, insignificant moments. (Or are they? Cue X-files music.) No ghosts, out-of-body experiences or anything cool and freaky. Even though I used to try and induce such things, it never worked.

Scientists have theorized that maybe the near-death "light" people describe can be attributed to REM intrusion in people who experience stuff like sleep paralysis.

Talk to Char. She tells me she's experienced a slew of the above things, including the spirits, projections, past lives, and some kind of telepathic connection with my ex-boyfriend.

[superfinemind.livejournal.com]

I can do "everyday magic." That count?

I half-seriously believe I was stolen by fairies as a child and am a highly normalized changeling, but not enough to check your tickybox.
And I'm definitely not gonna count being able to steal boyfriends' exact phrases two seconds before they can say it. It's funny and sometimes even cute, but not supernatural.

I'm suddenly put in mind of a not-really-supernatural thing, but now I feel compelled to tell the story... it's a picture of my brother and I, looking into the camera, and I look positively enchanted (and just slightly out-of-focus), and my brother is sort of grumpy-squinty-yeah so?
...The reason being, for the first time, I'm looking at the place where half my bedtime stories were set, and he's looking at a scrubby little island in the middle of a river.
...But I wouldn't call it supernatural: I couldn't see the girl with the purple hat, or the dragon, the castle, the lighthouse, the giraffe, it was just sort of background-radiation magic...

[ghostgecko.livejournal.com]

Boy howdy, Rachel, a lotta nutjobs reading this journal. Heh, perhaps that's a compliment?

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

I also posted a link begging for answers on statements, which is basically a bulk size bag of mixed nuts with the occasional raisin.

I'm most impressed that there are currently two people who have actually summoned either a demon or Cthulhu. That takes a great deal of supernatural cojones.

[majorenglishesq.livejournal.com]

supernatural cojones would actually be a great name, i think, for trail mix.

[anivad.livejournal.com]

(Today is Thursday, which I totally have the hang of. It means I get at least an hour as the only person at home and I can bum around online and reply to all your LJ entries.)

Supernatural/inexplainable/just fascinating stuff that has happened to me:

1. One Sunday I was sitting in church feeling depressed and angsty. Mostly because my ezcema had flared up after the camp I'd just returned from, and various parts of my body were all itchy and red and itchy and oozing pus and itchy and basically making me pissed off with everything and contemplating suicide.
Then when the service was over, some complete stranger walked over from the other side of the church and went up to my mother.
"Is that your daughter?" she asked her, gesturing at me.
My mother said yes.
"Is she okay?"
My mother explained the ezcema and stuff.
"Oh, I see," the woman said. "Well, I don't know why, but just now I just had a strong feeling that I should pray for her."
That was when I nearly broke down and cried.

2. Some time last year during my family's trip to Tasmania, I was walking dejectedly about a shopping centre because shopping centres in general make me depressed with all the people and noise and everything, but my parents wanted to buy stuff so I was left to walk around on my own. I was mostly staring at the floor in typical aspie fashion, stepping such that my shoes landed nicely in the centre of the tiles and not on the lines.
And I was angsting away because that's what I do in shopping centres, and being majorly annoyed with the noisy kids who ran about screaming and laughing.
Meanwhile I was carrying on a little conversation with myself in my head, mostly about how I really wanted to get out of here, and about the only thing that would likely make me happy now would be if Michael J. Fox and Keanu Reeves popped up spontaneously out of nowhere and agreed to act in my movie for free.
Almost immediately after, I nearly bumped into a shelf, because that's one of the consequences of walking with your eyes on the ground.
So I looked up. It was a movie shelf.
Right in front was Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey.
A little way down, under 'D', was Doc Hollywood.
On the opposite shelf, Teen Wolf I&II, Speed, Stuart Little...
God has a sense of humour.

3. About a year or two ago I prayed somewhat desperately and specifically for a friend; someone weird like me who could understand me and not get freaked out, as so many others did; preferrably a female, but not quite, because I never could get along well with other girls, but I didn't feel comfortable getting close to a boy either; Someone who had actually watched my favourite trilogy, Back to the Future, and liked it, and knew about fan fiction, possibly writing it too...

Then you came along.

I rest my case.