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Author Topic: Anybody have any stories from your journeys  (Read 727 times)
Rezoyen
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« on: November 05, 2019, 05:35:06 pm »

So when I was first getting into metaphysical stuff my friend told me I should cleanse myself. So I decided to do the rosewater method. When I was in the bathroom cleansing myself one of the light bulbs exploded and burnt glass into my back. For the rest of the night me and my mom saw a dark figure following me and the dogs kept freaking out. Everything's fine now though

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« Reply #1 on: November 05, 2019, 07:05:48 pm »

Last night I dreamt that Lebron James ate dinner at our house for Thanksgiving. He spilled some gravy on the floor and as a good host I got on my knees to clean it up. I noted that the floor was covered with a clear plastic mat. I said to my wife, "honey, if this is an office chair mat on our dining room floor, then we're white trash and I'm moving us into a trailer, because we don't deserve a house." Lebron smiled and everyone laughed.
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« Reply #2 on: November 06, 2019, 04:50:39 pm »

One of the topics I blog about is Steampunk (most often as my Steampunk Gentleman series), but now and then, I talk about an event or something:
https://www.klforslund.com/post/2018/11/25/a-steampunk-november-to-remember

https://www.klforslund.com/post/2018/11/11/a-change-you-need

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« Reply #3 on: November 11, 2019, 07:53:11 am »

OpenAI generated the first post, I think.
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« Reply #4 on: November 11, 2019, 05:46:53 pm »

Circa 1999, I was at Dragoncon in Atlanta; a huge fan convention with hundreds of people in costume.

I took a walk town the street from the convention site, and saw a man dressed as Superman standing in front of a liquor store. I nodded in acknowledgement of my fellew Dragoncon attendee.

Then I noticed that his costume was dirty and had holes in it. His hair was unwashed and he was unkept looking.

I realized that he was not a Dragoncon attendee. We was local vagrant, walking the streets dressed as Superman. He probably wore that costume every day. One weekend out of the year, he looked slightly less like a lunatic.
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« Reply #5 on: November 11, 2019, 06:54:54 pm »

Hokaaayyyyyy make of this what you will (not Steampunk or owt else, I just dunno!)

Many moons ago I undertook an unusal long distance solo walk - Sarn Helen, the Roman road that runs from Abreconway in the North to Camarthen in West Wales. I started in the North and proceeded south. After a few days walking I was in the Brecon area, and had set up solo camp beside a way fort for the night. I was spooning hot porridge into my gullet at dawn, when a lone figure appeared from the North heading South, it was a misty morning (well it is Wales afterall) he appeared out of said mist gradually revealling a Roman Legionary in full marching order! He passed in front of me without looking to left or right or offering a morning greeting, just a determind march! My spoon stopped halfway between bowl and open mouth! Quickly looking at the ground that he had just trodden over I discovered NOTHING!!, no trackmarks in the dewy ground, no odors just sweet nada! Had I just imagined it??? (afterall I had been without human company for over 4 days, I'd chosen to go when the paths were quiet.) or was that the MOST real experience I had ever had?Huh my head was in a spin forsure. I completed the walk in a bit od a daze I must admit. Returning to Mid Wales where my older brother was living, I recounted the story to him and the boys one night in the pub, at least 2 of the boys indicated that they had also encountered a liegionary, at different times and places along the road!!

Its over 30 years since the event, but it still freaks me to this day!!
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« Reply #6 on: November 27, 2019, 03:47:09 pm »

Circa 1999, I was at Dragoncon in Atlanta; a huge fan convention with hundreds of people in costume.

I took a walk town the street from the convention site, and saw a man dressed as Superman standing in front of a liquor store. I nodded in acknowledgement of my fellew Dragoncon attendee.

Then I noticed that his costume was dirty and had holes in it. His hair was unwashed and he was unkept looking.

I realized that he was not a Dragoncon attendee. We was local vagrant, walking the streets dressed as Superman. He probably wore that costume every day. One weekend out of the year, he looked slightly less like a lunatic.

But he was an attendee.  Seven years ago in fact. He'd kept his phone and wallet in a small pack, hidden under his cape.  He'd gone out to meet up with friends for dinner when he was mugged. They took everything but his costume.  With no ID or con badge or phone, he had no way to identify himself. So, the man of steel walks the streets of Atlanta. Searching for a way home.
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« Reply #7 on: November 29, 2019, 08:17:35 am »

Circa 1999, I was at Dragoncon in Atlanta; a huge fan convention with hundreds of people in costume.

I took a walk town the street from the convention site, and saw a man dressed as Superman standing in front of a liquor store. I nodded in acknowledgement of my fellew Dragoncon attendee.

Then I noticed that his costume was dirty and had holes in it. His hair was unwashed and he was unkept looking.

I realized that he was not a Dragoncon attendee. We was local vagrant, walking the streets dressed as Superman. He probably wore that costume every day. One weekend out of the year, he looked slightly less like a lunatic.

But he was an attendee.  Seven years ago in fact. He'd kept his phone and wallet in a small pack, hidden under his cape.  He'd gone out to meet up with friends for dinner when he was mugged. They took everything but his costume.  With no ID or con badge or phone, he had no way to identify himself. So, the man of steel walks the streets of Atlanta. Searching for a way home.

I'm getting depressed just reading this.
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« Reply #8 on: November 29, 2019, 12:55:15 pm »

Nothing steampunk about my story, just a "what have I done to deserve this?" moment. Went to Ireland for a month in 2013, was there 6 days when my hire care was demolished by a habitual, drunk, unlicensed, unregistered, uninsured driver! Fortunately neither I nor my cousin who was my passenger where seriously injured. The drunk ended up facing 15 charges X 2, the last two of which carried 6 month to 2 year gaol sentences. He did, however, do some major damage to my left shoulder, which, being a lefty, I find most inconvenient!
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« Reply #9 on: November 30, 2019, 01:00:49 am »

Many years ago I was a little (feral) kid living in the outback of Australia. One day I went for a wander amongst the spinifex and rocks (which made up the 'bush' out there) and I came across a little gibber pan. A gibber pan (or plain if it is bigger) is where the rain had collected on clay indentation, then when it dries out, the wind blows all the soil away and all that is left are small polished rocks stuck underneath by a clay crust.

As I stepped onto the edge of it, it broke the crust and just in front of me an almost invisible flame shot up. It was about half a metre high with a little bit of blue at the edges. I could see a heat shadow from the flame and the shadow of the heat waves it gave off, but couldn't really see a flame. But the thing that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck was the sound it made and the way as it burned, the surface of the gibber pan collapsed and crumbled.

Then it stopped.

I ran all the way home and told my brothers, who punched me in the arm.
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« Reply #10 on: November 30, 2019, 02:14:17 am »

Many years ago I was a little (feral) kid living in the outback of Australia. One day I went for a wander amongst the spinifex and rocks (which made up the 'bush' out there) and I came across a little gibber pan. A gibber pan (or plain if it is bigger) is where the rain had collected on clay indentation, then when it dries out, the wind blows all the soil away and all that is left are small polished rocks stuck underneath by a clay crust.

As I stepped onto the edge of it, it broke the crust and just in front of me an almost invisible flame shot up. It was about half a metre high with a little bit of blue at the edges. I could see a heat shadow from the flame and the shadow of the heat waves it gave off, but couldn't really see a flame. But the thing that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck was the sound it made and the way as it burned, the surface of the gibber pan collapsed and crumbled.

Then it stopped.

I ran all the way home and told my brothers, who punched me in the arm.

Sounds like you found the entrance to hell!  Grin Hidden hydrocarbon deposits can in fact give way to such hellish phenomena

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« Reply #11 on: November 30, 2019, 02:24:55 am »

I think age has a lot to do with perception. You have to see the even through a child's eye.

Trip to Europe in the early 80s. It was a château in some provincial location and I was about 11? Anyhow we came with our car rental, lovely place... Until the night set in. I had a loft all to myself, the charm of it all planned out by the travel agent. Then in the middle of the night a great howling could be heard and a storm pounced the big house. The paneled window shutters blew open with the wind and the power was lost. Luckily I had a battery pocket flashlight and as I went into the hall I saw this apparition that I'd best describe as the living image of Mr. Scrooge holding a candle (I later found out it was the housekeeper checking on the house. I made my way two flights down but in the middle floor I saw 13 black cats (I counted them, don't ask me why) all perched on a sofa in front of the staircase.

Knocked on my grandparents' door, and went in. Refused to go back out to the loft  Cheesy
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