theeindiee
05-11-2008, 05:30 PM
I was like 17..... it was the summer of 2003, not too long ago.
This dude I had become friends with at school had invited me over out of the blue to come hang out and drink some beer. I said cool, didn't have my license yet so I rode my bike over to his house, which was maybe 5 miles from my house. I got there, we drank a couple beers out in his garage. There were two other dudes there, who apparently had just met the guy like a week proir. This guy said he was 17, was in my class at school (they stuck me in ED class cuz of really poor attendance my first year), yet he looked really familiar from the day I met him, and also he looked like in his late 20s or 30s... and I'd only known him from class. Come to think, he was barely ever there.
So we finish the couple beers, and then we go inside and head down to this guy's room. I got nervous because the house was very worn down, looked unsafe, just had a bad vibe... but I didn't have many friends at the time, so I wasn't gunna leave a potential friendlly party. It was really strange the more I think about it. I remember drinking a little hard alcohol, being offered some pills, refusing them.... and then somebody turned some strobe lights on.... and I remember his 21 year old sister trying to seduce me or something.... never met her before, very strange... but the last thing I remember was Jimi Hendrix....
I woke up in my room the next day, with a hospital tag and a few bandages on my arms, had no idea what had happened, but I felt great. I come to find out from my mom that the night before, I had been found barely breathing by the side of the road covered in vomit and shit. Apparently I had "consumed" a normally lethal dose of muscle relaxants mixed with alcohol, and I was technically dead for a few seconds in the ambulance. There was apparently another kid who was with me, found pretty much in the same condition I was in.
The police (here's a part I find strange) had questioned these people whom they saw in their rearview dumping my body, and found the other kid close by as well, but yet they didn't follow it up at all. They just took the fucking people's word for it. Ope, we find two almost dead bodies lying in front of your house which we just saw you dump a body and run into, but okay so you don't know them and they just showed up half dead covered in vomit and shit at yyour house and beckoned you to move them out by the street. Okayyyyyy. Something wasn't right, I'm thinking to myself now.
I don't pop pills. I don't even like allergy medicide or asprin. I highly doubt I would've popped any pills, and the peculiar way my memory just cuts from being sorta drunk to straight blank... it just feels weird to me.
Anyway, what spurred these memories and feelings and this thread was the other day. I was at work, putting things away, and somebody comes up behind me and starts asking "do you have a yada yada...?", and I turn around.... and it's that guy!!!... and right then and there was when it ALL got weird. I turn to him, and at first glance I knew I recognized him but not sure where, and I was all happy like "Heyy...." and then mid heyyy I suddenly remembered where I knew him from, and my stomache dropped and I had this adrenaline rush. I was like "Hey I know you. Jim! Remember me? Remember what happened?!?!" and I was getting kinda upset and loud, and he goes "I don't know what you're talking about , man. You've got the wrong guy. I don't know you. My name is Tyler."
And then a memory came flooding back to me that I had forgotten. He had worked at the Jewel Osco I had worked at that summer along with me, which... I guess wasn't too strange, since we were in the same class and we did both have access to the work program... but see he started like midway through summer, right before all this happened. After the fact, he was there for a couple of days like "man, what happened last night? You were crazy and you went off dancing in the streets!" and then his story changed a couple of days later to "Dude, you were messed up. I had to help them get you into the ambulance." and then a complete 180 happened. He disappeared from work one week, and I saw him the next week and was all like "Jim! What's up? Dude hey what really happened that night, man?" and that was when he said the line which had made all that had just hit me hit me. He said "I don't know you. My name is Tyler." He acted very strange when he said it. He was very monotone and quiet, and when he said it, he got this dead stare look, replaced right after with like a face that seemed to look like he was questioning why he just said what he said... and then he stumbled off around a corner
What's even weirder is, by then I had just been kinda freaked the fuck out, so I just said "ooookay whatever" and booked to the other side of the store. Well the guy FOLLOWS me to the other end of the store, I think he's gone, and then BAM pops up behind me again and starts asking me questions about if we have these things, like the weird confrontation we just had didn't even happen... and he's holding up some broken piece of dirty plastic in his hand, obviously he doesn't even care what it is, and I'm just like uber weirded out in my mind, but I play cool for a sec and go "Oh yeah, go look all the way over there" and I run back to recieving to talk to my boss.
I convince him to let me hide out for like 10 minutes, and him and this other guy kinda went to investigate.... and they came back, told me he didn't buy anything, and seemed to be searching for someone and was meandering with no real purpose, and when asked about if he needed help, he just mumbled something and kind of rushed off. They said they'd noticed him before I did and didn't want to startle me because they thought he was following me. Everybody was weirded out, but I'm the one who can't seem to brush it off.
Is this related to something? Is it important that I keep my wits about me?
I've had fucked up shit happen to me throughout my life, culminating in the last two years... and things got normal for a while, and I thought I could just put it to rest and pretend I was just having bouts of demensia, but things are getting weird again.
I'm getting tailed by strange cars, almost got killed by a "stray car" that swerved perfectly steadily into my oncoming lane, almost nailed me head on at 60 miles per hour... I've had another of my close 'friends' try to kill me in a cornfield and then play it off like he was just joking, I've had another possible attempt on my life when a bunch of other people I thought were good friends suddenly just turn on me and beat me half to death one night at a little get together...
Ya know, I'm a really nice guy. Why are all these people seeming to come after me like this? Unless they know I know something. I don't even know that much, but I know enough to make a fairly indoctrinated person question their beliefs... at least, if they knew me well enough. I've gotten quite a few people hip to the UFO presence around here, to the chemtrail operations, 9/11, shadow creatures, fuckin secret societies, hidden sybolism. Why do they believe me? Because I'd tell them about it, and either they'd see a ufo or a shadow creature, or they'd have some spiritual awakening all the sudden.
I don't know why, but things are happening, and to top it all of, I get banned from ATS today for defending the right to question authority, and the common logic behind it. Dude, confirmation just keeps comin', and this is just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe some of you haven't experienced anything other than malice over at ATS, but I feel that anyone who's got any specific lucid experiences or just status quo threatening ideas that the CIA would love to talk to you about.... watch yourselves as of late. Things seem to be getting hairy out there.
I wish us luck.
This dude I had become friends with at school had invited me over out of the blue to come hang out and drink some beer. I said cool, didn't have my license yet so I rode my bike over to his house, which was maybe 5 miles from my house. I got there, we drank a couple beers out in his garage. There were two other dudes there, who apparently had just met the guy like a week proir. This guy said he was 17, was in my class at school (they stuck me in ED class cuz of really poor attendance my first year), yet he looked really familiar from the day I met him, and also he looked like in his late 20s or 30s... and I'd only known him from class. Come to think, he was barely ever there.
So we finish the couple beers, and then we go inside and head down to this guy's room. I got nervous because the house was very worn down, looked unsafe, just had a bad vibe... but I didn't have many friends at the time, so I wasn't gunna leave a potential friendlly party. It was really strange the more I think about it. I remember drinking a little hard alcohol, being offered some pills, refusing them.... and then somebody turned some strobe lights on.... and I remember his 21 year old sister trying to seduce me or something.... never met her before, very strange... but the last thing I remember was Jimi Hendrix....
I woke up in my room the next day, with a hospital tag and a few bandages on my arms, had no idea what had happened, but I felt great. I come to find out from my mom that the night before, I had been found barely breathing by the side of the road covered in vomit and shit. Apparently I had "consumed" a normally lethal dose of muscle relaxants mixed with alcohol, and I was technically dead for a few seconds in the ambulance. There was apparently another kid who was with me, found pretty much in the same condition I was in.
The police (here's a part I find strange) had questioned these people whom they saw in their rearview dumping my body, and found the other kid close by as well, but yet they didn't follow it up at all. They just took the fucking people's word for it. Ope, we find two almost dead bodies lying in front of your house which we just saw you dump a body and run into, but okay so you don't know them and they just showed up half dead covered in vomit and shit at yyour house and beckoned you to move them out by the street. Okayyyyyy. Something wasn't right, I'm thinking to myself now.
I don't pop pills. I don't even like allergy medicide or asprin. I highly doubt I would've popped any pills, and the peculiar way my memory just cuts from being sorta drunk to straight blank... it just feels weird to me.
Anyway, what spurred these memories and feelings and this thread was the other day. I was at work, putting things away, and somebody comes up behind me and starts asking "do you have a yada yada...?", and I turn around.... and it's that guy!!!... and right then and there was when it ALL got weird. I turn to him, and at first glance I knew I recognized him but not sure where, and I was all happy like "Heyy...." and then mid heyyy I suddenly remembered where I knew him from, and my stomache dropped and I had this adrenaline rush. I was like "Hey I know you. Jim! Remember me? Remember what happened?!?!" and I was getting kinda upset and loud, and he goes "I don't know what you're talking about , man. You've got the wrong guy. I don't know you. My name is Tyler."
And then a memory came flooding back to me that I had forgotten. He had worked at the Jewel Osco I had worked at that summer along with me, which... I guess wasn't too strange, since we were in the same class and we did both have access to the work program... but see he started like midway through summer, right before all this happened. After the fact, he was there for a couple of days like "man, what happened last night? You were crazy and you went off dancing in the streets!" and then his story changed a couple of days later to "Dude, you were messed up. I had to help them get you into the ambulance." and then a complete 180 happened. He disappeared from work one week, and I saw him the next week and was all like "Jim! What's up? Dude hey what really happened that night, man?" and that was when he said the line which had made all that had just hit me hit me. He said "I don't know you. My name is Tyler." He acted very strange when he said it. He was very monotone and quiet, and when he said it, he got this dead stare look, replaced right after with like a face that seemed to look like he was questioning why he just said what he said... and then he stumbled off around a corner
What's even weirder is, by then I had just been kinda freaked the fuck out, so I just said "ooookay whatever" and booked to the other side of the store. Well the guy FOLLOWS me to the other end of the store, I think he's gone, and then BAM pops up behind me again and starts asking me questions about if we have these things, like the weird confrontation we just had didn't even happen... and he's holding up some broken piece of dirty plastic in his hand, obviously he doesn't even care what it is, and I'm just like uber weirded out in my mind, but I play cool for a sec and go "Oh yeah, go look all the way over there" and I run back to recieving to talk to my boss.
I convince him to let me hide out for like 10 minutes, and him and this other guy kinda went to investigate.... and they came back, told me he didn't buy anything, and seemed to be searching for someone and was meandering with no real purpose, and when asked about if he needed help, he just mumbled something and kind of rushed off. They said they'd noticed him before I did and didn't want to startle me because they thought he was following me. Everybody was weirded out, but I'm the one who can't seem to brush it off.
Is this related to something? Is it important that I keep my wits about me?
I've had fucked up shit happen to me throughout my life, culminating in the last two years... and things got normal for a while, and I thought I could just put it to rest and pretend I was just having bouts of demensia, but things are getting weird again.
I'm getting tailed by strange cars, almost got killed by a "stray car" that swerved perfectly steadily into my oncoming lane, almost nailed me head on at 60 miles per hour... I've had another of my close 'friends' try to kill me in a cornfield and then play it off like he was just joking, I've had another possible attempt on my life when a bunch of other people I thought were good friends suddenly just turn on me and beat me half to death one night at a little get together...
Ya know, I'm a really nice guy. Why are all these people seeming to come after me like this? Unless they know I know something. I don't even know that much, but I know enough to make a fairly indoctrinated person question their beliefs... at least, if they knew me well enough. I've gotten quite a few people hip to the UFO presence around here, to the chemtrail operations, 9/11, shadow creatures, fuckin secret societies, hidden sybolism. Why do they believe me? Because I'd tell them about it, and either they'd see a ufo or a shadow creature, or they'd have some spiritual awakening all the sudden.
I don't know why, but things are happening, and to top it all of, I get banned from ATS today for defending the right to question authority, and the common logic behind it. Dude, confirmation just keeps comin', and this is just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe some of you haven't experienced anything other than malice over at ATS, but I feel that anyone who's got any specific lucid experiences or just status quo threatening ideas that the CIA would love to talk to you about.... watch yourselves as of late. Things seem to be getting hairy out there.
I wish us luck.