This morning's little incident got me thinking... I've certainly experienced a lot of things that people wouldn't consider normal throughout my life. I figured that I could share all that I can remember. You can, too, with this limited time offer. ;p
Where to start... I think I'll start at something that could probably be considered normal if not for some of the circumstances. Which would be my lack of severe injury (at least) and/or death. My prenatal incidents aside, I seem to avoid anything more than minor scratches and scrapes. For instance, I've never had a black eye. I've been punched in the eyes a few times, to be sure. However, I've also gotten away with having a plastic cupcake (the kind you find in those plastic playhouses, I imagine) hit my eye, by a metal bat, from no more than a half dozen feet away. No bruising at all. I've also had a plastic fork flipped into my eye, had been struck by the multi-tipped end, but the location and depth was just short of where my vision would have been in jeopardy. I've slipped on some ice in such a way as to have my head catapulted, more or less, into a raised slope of ice on the ground, and nothing ever came out of that, either. Although my vision had turned green for upon impact. *Shrugs* I've even tumbled on a scooter at 20-25mph on a steep road and only came out with a few scrapes and being sore where the handle bar had been shoved into my stomach. I've fallen down the stairs dozens of times, literally, without injury.
I even got to see a lightning bolt from three or so feet away. I separated this one since there was probably no risk of injury in the first place, what with looking outside the window from inside of the house. But it was interesting, anyway.
Now, onto the strange incidences concerning some of these accidents. The incidents with the stairs only happened at that one house, and even more often I seemed to trip on nothing only on a certain section of the sidewalk that surrounded most of the house. And, believe me or not, I was and am still very sure-footed. There are two other strange occurrences that happened, too... Remember the scooter that I mentioned? Somehow the rear, which had most of my weight on it, flew up from behind me and sent me over the handlebars. I still can't figure it out. The other instance was on a big wheel, where you sit down low to the ground and peddle where the big, thin wheel is in the front. It seems impossible to fly over the handlebars on one of those, even at a complete stop at however fast a kid can go on those things, but that happened to me with no obstruction at all. It had happened when I had hit the bottom of a ramp that I had set up, which was flat enough to run over since I had done it before (the ramp was a wall panel, by the bye; no more than three or four millimeters thick). The funny thing is, is that I never had such "accidents" after I no longer lived at that house. (Oh, right... All of the incidents mentioned so far happened while living at that house.)
Now, speaking of that house... I had been plagued by nightmares almost every night, or as far as I can remember, when I was a child. However, after I moved away, I haven't had a nightmare since, except perhaps for one time not too long ago, which might have been attributed to sleep paralysis. The thing is, is that I didn't have to sleep to have these nightmares. My imagination was pretty strong back then, so on occasion I'd be stuck in bed, seeing in my mind things like little gnome-looking things with hypodermic needles inside my pillow, being caged in bed with spikes above, and other "entertaining" things. One thing that I can remember, especially when I had to sleep alone in a certain room (later made into the playroom), was knowing that something was in a particular spot and hiding from it. It may have been fortunate that I never dwelt on anything when I was young, or else I would have been disturbed/bothered by these things.
Well, that pretty much covers my youth.
To get this out of the way, I've also had one dream, several years ago, about being operated on my aliens. No surprise that I'd have that in my repertoire of experiences. ;p
Now, my unexplained path to TG stuff aside, I'll get right to the spiritual experiences that I had when I was in my mid-teens. To begin with, I had lived with a spirit medium for a number of years, and nearly at the start I got interested and wanted to explore. To make a long story short, I've seen (what I believe to be) spirits in several forms, but never in a complete, identifiable-features sort of way. I've heard one only once. I've felt them more than anything else, though (significant change in temperature at a certain area of my body or as a pressure/weight).
As for the odd things that I suspect were spirit-related, well... There are two that I can recall readily. One was where my cup somehow slipped through both of my hands despite the cup being wider at the top. O.o; The other I can't really describe all that well... It had started when I had tried (and failed) to get a spider that had been on my bed. When I decided to give up on it I looked down and noticed that there was a dollop of clear, gel-looking stuff on my pants (above my knee, if I remember correctly). I hadn't noticed it before and hadn't been in contact with anything other than the linens on my bed, so I had been baffled by its appearance and source. After that, for a number of months, I would occasionally wake up being covered in the stuff, though primarily on my chest than anywhere else. I don't think I ever saw it as I did the first time; I just remember that it was spread out, "soaked" my shirts, and seemed to feel the same between my fingers.
What else is there... Well, being Touched by Akemi was certainly an experience. I don't think the flare-ups of warmth and pleasant-burning sensations from the initial time went away until after a year or so. O.o
Oh, yeah... Other than the fact that I've had a lot of deja vu, as well as a lot of "coincidences", there was this one time when I was able to avoid deja vu but still see what would have happened in my mind. I could literally see in my mind what should have happened while I was consciously managing to do something different. One of the weirdest experiences I've ever had, I think.
And that's all that I can think of. Your turn. :O