A few years ago I could not find the remote to my bedroom TV. I was sitting on the bed the entire time watching TV so I knew it had to be in the room. I took all the blankets off, looked in every fold, under my pillows, everything. It simply wasn't there. So for the next couple hours I continued watching TV figuring the remote would turn up eventually. At some point I stood up to turn off the TV manually, and from my perspective the remote simply fell out of thin air from the area of my lap as I stood up. Like it just appeared out of nowhere and fell to the floor as I got out of bed. I didn't feel it on my lap, I didn't see it near me, it just appeared from nothing.
The further away I get from this memory the less I trust myself that it happened but that's my spooky experience.
I was a lifeguard at the YMCA. One day, my friend who also worked at the pool was in a panic after his shift teaching swim lessons. He lost a locket that held his grandmother's ashes. We looked all around the pool deck and the guard break room and could not find it for 30 minutes. Eventually I went back to my shift. After about 10 or so minutes, I started to zone out a little while looking over everyone swimming in the pool. All of a sudden, I look down and I'm holding the locket in my hand. I still have zero idea how it got there.
Okay, I love you dude, but you need a better name than "the John, Dave, and Amy books". Something catchy... like... "The Fuckyverse" or something like that.
My wife is constantly losing stuff that would fit in a man's pockets. She claims that fashion designers purposely make women's pockets tiny (or leave them off women's pants altogether) because "the patriarchy". I've bought her fanny packs before but to no avail as none exist that are cute/comfortable enough to wear.
Usually, she'll find whatever isn't in her pockets somewhere in the house after enough rummaging and querying, but we had to order two replacement passports right as the pandemic was getting under way. Because the bureaucrats were sheltering in place, her first replacement passport also disappeared. Then, after about a year and a half of red tape phone tag with a trip across borders to see my dad imminent, we ordered another replacement. Days before the new passport's set to arrive, she opens the top drawer in our credenza, the first place she scoured a year and a half ago, and it's just... sitting there with all her other stuff.
But even though it's back in our physical reality, you could say metaphysically it never returned. It left as a passport, a government recognized document that allows its bearer to move between nations and through TSA security lines. Now it's just a voided stack of fancy papers, utterly useless except as a prop for when our son wants to play pretend.
The next time she asks me about something she's lost track of, I'll remember this post. The harder it is for us to be certain about how this world works, the easier it is for us to be kind to others in it.
I wish I could give you one specific story and just say "yep, that's my story", but things like this have happened to me so often and for so long that we'd be here all day. It's been going on so long that my great grandmother (an old lady who grew up deep in the Appalachian woods) used to swear I was being tormented by "nunnies" (don't ask, dude. I don't know what they are. When I used to ask her it sounded like she was describing typical fairies or gnomes or something but bigger, and you wouldn't see them because they look like dirt piles or dust bunnies) and instructed me to set out a piece of butter bread and a glass of water for them every day, but I'm pretty sure all that ever did was make for some very happy neighborhood raccoons.
I'm in my 30s now and it still happens frequently. Key example is my cell phone. I have the "find my phone" feature enabled on my Amazon Alexa, and it is by far my most used app. Usually, my phone will disappear when I'm sitting at my desk and am certain I've used it in the last few minutes, but somehow, when Alexa calls it, it's usually in the bathroom or my bedroom, even if I haven't been in either of those rooms in hours. Once it even turned up in my basement, where I literally hadn't been yet that day. That was pre-Alexa though, so I found it next to the laundry basked it'd just carried down and set on top of my washer. My boyfriend -who genuinely doesn't think anything weird is happening and seems to just believe I'm the most scatter brained person ever- explained that I must have had it in my hand the whole time, despite having helped me look for it for the last 20 minutes before I gave up and started doing laundry.
Contrary to what anyone might be thinking, I'm genuinely not a scattered person. I'm actually fairly organized and pretty much always can recall where I've left things, or even where I've seen my daughter set something down when she asks me to find it. It's just my own personal objects occasionally slip out of the timestream only to turn up in totally random places later.
Sometimes things that I'm fairly certain were never mine to begin with turn up too, then vanish instead. Just yesterday a random beer bottle cap for a brand of beer that no one I know drinks (it's not a weird brand, it's common enough, we just don't drink it) was sitting on my desk. Bare in mind, I was home... alone... sitting at that desk at the time. I went to pick up my phone, found a beer cap sitting beside it. This happens enough that I just put it back, took my phone and left the room. A few hours later, it was gone. -shrug- It happens.
This happened about 30 years ago. My mom had a golden ring (not that one). It was rounded on the top like a bubble she always wore it on her middle left hand finger. On a summer vacation during a trip to the beach she lost it in the sand. We looked and combed the sand in the vicinity for hours without any luck. She resigned and we all moved on. A couple of year later we were unpacking the artificial Christmas tree for the annual celebration of the birth of a middle eastern baby who may have not ever existed. I was unfolding the branches, one by one, as one usually does with this ornaments, and I saw something shiny stuck all the way in one of the branches. I showed it to her. It was the ring she had lost two years ago. I saw the damned thing, I pulled it from the plastic branch. We all thought it was some sort of miracle, and we moved on. A year later she lost the ring again, this time for good. We've looked on the Christmas tree branches every year since, but we never found it. I guess religions are born that way.
I was 20 in 1991, and stationed in Scotland. I bought a Gerber multi-tool for day-to-day stuff, and that knife stayed with me, living on my right hip until August of 2020. We were outside, doing lawn stuff. I opened the sheath, and handed it to a friend standing next to me so she could cut open a bag. She claims she handed it right back to me after. She wasn't three feet away. We scoured the lawn, the bag, our pockets, her car, everything. It was perfectly worn and razor sharp. I'd sent it back to Gerber twice for sharpening and new tools. And it simply vanished between our outstretched hands. I miss that knife.
As someone with a long-time ADD diagnosis, this is an infuriatingly common occurrence in my life. Which makes it all the more maddening in the moments when this happens and after a while of frantic searching I think to myself, “Fuck, I know I’m nuts and prone to losing shit…but this feels like the universe is laughing at me.” And then, even if I find the item later, I will never know exactly what happened. If some malicious entity or force was getting its rocks off with a prank like this, people like me would be the best targets. Often you find a lost item and suddenly remember when and where you dropped it. Other times, the laughing just gets louder.
Oh, all this time I thought someone stole my phone from a locker, saw the baby picture on the background and put it back the next day. But sure, I’m on board for a gym locker glitch. Thanks for making me feel more interesting and part of the club. :)
That's The Onion's Latin motto (I know that because I am a very smart boy and I have read the amicus brief they submitted to the Supreme Court, and if you haven't, you should, because the feeling that I get when I read it - that sense that I am simultaneously experiencing a piece of work that is both a triumphant example of its form and a tremendously clever subversion of the same - is something that I've only recently gotten from Billy Karate). You are a fool. Myself, I think they don't go hard enough.
Your brain is a miracle of nature. It is also a defective lump of goo. You should never underestimate your own capacity for unfathomable stupidity. There are a few things that can happen to create this effect because your dumb, stupid, idiot brain is terrible at its job.
The first and most likely cause for this sort of thing is a kind of agnosia called inattentional blindness. The brain (because, again, it is a stupid, useless, slimy sponge of an organ that is terrible at its job and should feel bad) happily discards things in your field of vision that it decides don't matter with respect to what you're doing right now. The invisible gorilla experiment is one of the more well known examples of this sort of thing. Ironically, sometimes this can sometimes cause the problem that you're dealing with. Let's say that you're late for work and you can't find your keys. They're not in the spot they're supposed to be. Well, you really need to be on time for work because - I don't know, it's pizza day or something. Your stupid, inadequate brain will seize on that concern ("It's pizza day I have to get to work where are my keys I need them it's pizza day where are they WHERE ARE THEY?"), decide that it's more important than seeing your actual keys, and five minutes later you'll go look at the place where they were supposed to be and they'll be there, even though you know that you looked there and didn't see them.
The second most common cause would be your dumb, useless memory. People like to think of their memory as a kind of audiovisual record of things that have happened or facts they've heard. Ha ha ha, no. Your memory is more like a gigantic chalkboard. Every memory you have is written on that chalkboard, and as such can be smudged, or added to, or subtracted from. It gets better, though. Every time you "remember" something, you go up to that chalkboard, erase what was there, load it into your conscious mind, and then write it back up on the chalkboard when you're finished, "from memory" as it were. The act of remembering can - and frequently does - change the memory that you're trying to access. I had this ball in my hand. I know I did. I bent over and picked it up and I was holding it right here. I even remember that when I bent over I saw that it was dusty under the couch. I wouldn't remember noticing that if it hadn't happened. There was even a little breeze when the dog went by.
Here's the thing, though. Some amount of that didn't happen. If you think you remember something, the one thing that I absolutely know about that thing is that it didn't happen the way you remember it. Your lying, idiot brain is trying to jam together a narrative that can make your life at least slightly comprehensible, so it just kind of...put the ball there. It mashed together that time last week when you looked under the couch with the hundreds of times you've had that ball in your hand and created the memory for you. And the dog never walked by in the first place - you just added that on your own because I said it. You never picked up the ball in the first place, but here's the best part - nothing that I can show you will ever convince your brain that the memory is false. It will never throw it away. That's the going theory for how deja vu works - you have a tiny seizure, some signals get processed out of order, and you end up remembering something that you hadn't yet consciously processed. Now, I can absolutely convince you that that isn't how it happened (here is the security footage of you standing up, taking a second to fart because you've reached that age where you want to double check and make sure it doesn't come with a prize before you execute, scratching your arm, and then walking off into the kitchen), and I can give you the memory of proving to your dumb ass that that's not how things happened, but I can't make your dumb brain erase it from the chalkboard, though you can modify the memory yourself if you want to.
Any time you encounter the paranormal, the first thing that you should remember is that you're a complete moron and your lying eyes can't be trusted because you're just a damp wad of foam rubber and electricity. Remember that and then recognize how amazing it is that your human brain is powerful enough to be that stupid. Your eyes actually took in the image of a thing that was right in front of your face and then your brain compared it to what you were concerned about at the time, decided that it didn't matter, and erased it from existence so that you could stay focused on your task, and it did all of that without you having to get involved at all. It knew that you wanted that ball and went and got it for you. It's like when your toddler tries to help you fix the plumbing - the dumb little idiot doesn't know that you don't need the pipe wrench he just brought you and you would be better off if you didn't have this useless lump of metal, but the very fact that this tiny dullard could put together the concept of this weird looking metal thing and you monkeying around under the sink and conclude that it might be helpful to come drop two pounds of iron directly on your balls is amazing in its own way.
Of all things, this happened to me with my god damn passport. I know for a fact that my passport was kept in a specific drawer with all my important papers, then when I was about to go on a trip it had disappeared. I had to go through the annoying and expensive process of getting a new one within a few days, and I had to fill out paperwork explaining what happened. I felt like such an idiot writing "I lost it in my house". This was at least five years ago and it still hasn't shown up.
When items go "missing" for me is when I drop them. That sounds basic and silly, but I've dropped large objects in rooms only to have it bounce out of reality and never show up again, no matter where we look.
Though my favourite "paranormal" experience was when my mom and I were arguing at IHoP once, and a water glass just moved by itself across the table. We both just stopped and laughed. Naturally it was just hydroplaning, but the point is that it was funny.
We have stuff disappear all the time for no reason, even if we're very careful about making sure we know where the item in question is. Reality rip? Multi-dimension wrinkle? I don't know, but I do question who is using these things on the other side of my reality.
I recently had an experience where I went to get a carton of eggs from my fridge. I keep them in the same spot so when there weren't any I figured one of my kids moved moved them and searched, but no eggs (in the carton). I asked my son if he ate them and he said no and also searched, also coming up no eggs. He ran to the store for me and bought another carton, I make my eggs, put the eggs back on the shelf in my fridge. Maybe an hour later, I open the fridge for a drink and to my actual horror not only were the original carton of eggs back, they were on top of the eggs my son bought from the store. I can't explain it. But I instantly saw them sitting there.
In probably 2005-ish, I was in high school. One summer night, I was watching Jaws on tv for the millionth time, when my buddy who lived down the way asked me to come over and play games, drink, etc. I turned off the tv and thought to myself “I should really buy this movie on DVD since my VHS of it is ancient. I’ll have to go to Best Buy soon.”
It was a nice night so I decided to walk to his house, which was about 20 minutes through a suburban neighborhood. At the time, there were no smartphones so I was just listening to music and walking straight ahead when I step on something plastic I somehow didn’t see before. Right there on the sidewalk under a streetlamp is ‘Jaws’ on DVD. I am the only person on the empty street, but I still look in every direction and not a soul was around.
There is a very good chance that somebody threw the movie out or it fell out of the trash on garbage day or there was a garage sale and it was dropped. But what are the odds of walking outside your house and finding a copy of the exact 30 year old movie you were watching fifteen minutes earlier? I told my friends this story but they were more concerned with drinking beer and talking about girls, so I let it go. I still have it in my collection to this day! No clue how it happened.
I was a weird kid growing up. I liked to take my pencil and dot in the eyes of my Ninja Turtles. In 1st grade, I had a Raphael figure whose eyes I penciled in. Lost his belt pretty much right off the back. After about a year, I lost the figure too. Maybe two years later, my mother takes my brother and me to Sym's to get new backpacks for school. My little brother picks out a neat multicolored backpack with a bright yellow pocket. Inside that pocket? A Raphael Ninja Turtle with penciled-in eyes and no belt. It even had the same scuff marks, so I knew it was mine. I'm sure there are a couple perfectly logical explanations, but I fancy that some of our items fall through cracks in spacetime and wind up in other planets, universes, and timelines.
A few years ago I could not find the remote to my bedroom TV. I was sitting on the bed the entire time watching TV so I knew it had to be in the room. I took all the blankets off, looked in every fold, under my pillows, everything. It simply wasn't there. So for the next couple hours I continued watching TV figuring the remote would turn up eventually. At some point I stood up to turn off the TV manually, and from my perspective the remote simply fell out of thin air from the area of my lap as I stood up. Like it just appeared out of nowhere and fell to the floor as I got out of bed. I didn't feel it on my lap, I didn't see it near me, it just appeared from nothing.
The further away I get from this memory the less I trust myself that it happened but that's my spooky experience.
I was a lifeguard at the YMCA. One day, my friend who also worked at the pool was in a panic after his shift teaching swim lessons. He lost a locket that held his grandmother's ashes. We looked all around the pool deck and the guard break room and could not find it for 30 minutes. Eventually I went back to my shift. After about 10 or so minutes, I started to zone out a little while looking over everyone swimming in the pool. All of a sudden, I look down and I'm holding the locket in my hand. I still have zero idea how it got there.
Okay, I love you dude, but you need a better name than "the John, Dave, and Amy books". Something catchy... like... "The Fuckyverse" or something like that.
My wife is constantly losing stuff that would fit in a man's pockets. She claims that fashion designers purposely make women's pockets tiny (or leave them off women's pants altogether) because "the patriarchy". I've bought her fanny packs before but to no avail as none exist that are cute/comfortable enough to wear.
Usually, she'll find whatever isn't in her pockets somewhere in the house after enough rummaging and querying, but we had to order two replacement passports right as the pandemic was getting under way. Because the bureaucrats were sheltering in place, her first replacement passport also disappeared. Then, after about a year and a half of red tape phone tag with a trip across borders to see my dad imminent, we ordered another replacement. Days before the new passport's set to arrive, she opens the top drawer in our credenza, the first place she scoured a year and a half ago, and it's just... sitting there with all her other stuff.
But even though it's back in our physical reality, you could say metaphysically it never returned. It left as a passport, a government recognized document that allows its bearer to move between nations and through TSA security lines. Now it's just a voided stack of fancy papers, utterly useless except as a prop for when our son wants to play pretend.
The next time she asks me about something she's lost track of, I'll remember this post. The harder it is for us to be certain about how this world works, the easier it is for us to be kind to others in it.
I wish I could give you one specific story and just say "yep, that's my story", but things like this have happened to me so often and for so long that we'd be here all day. It's been going on so long that my great grandmother (an old lady who grew up deep in the Appalachian woods) used to swear I was being tormented by "nunnies" (don't ask, dude. I don't know what they are. When I used to ask her it sounded like she was describing typical fairies or gnomes or something but bigger, and you wouldn't see them because they look like dirt piles or dust bunnies) and instructed me to set out a piece of butter bread and a glass of water for them every day, but I'm pretty sure all that ever did was make for some very happy neighborhood raccoons.
I'm in my 30s now and it still happens frequently. Key example is my cell phone. I have the "find my phone" feature enabled on my Amazon Alexa, and it is by far my most used app. Usually, my phone will disappear when I'm sitting at my desk and am certain I've used it in the last few minutes, but somehow, when Alexa calls it, it's usually in the bathroom or my bedroom, even if I haven't been in either of those rooms in hours. Once it even turned up in my basement, where I literally hadn't been yet that day. That was pre-Alexa though, so I found it next to the laundry basked it'd just carried down and set on top of my washer. My boyfriend -who genuinely doesn't think anything weird is happening and seems to just believe I'm the most scatter brained person ever- explained that I must have had it in my hand the whole time, despite having helped me look for it for the last 20 minutes before I gave up and started doing laundry.
Contrary to what anyone might be thinking, I'm genuinely not a scattered person. I'm actually fairly organized and pretty much always can recall where I've left things, or even where I've seen my daughter set something down when she asks me to find it. It's just my own personal objects occasionally slip out of the timestream only to turn up in totally random places later.
Sometimes things that I'm fairly certain were never mine to begin with turn up too, then vanish instead. Just yesterday a random beer bottle cap for a brand of beer that no one I know drinks (it's not a weird brand, it's common enough, we just don't drink it) was sitting on my desk. Bare in mind, I was home... alone... sitting at that desk at the time. I went to pick up my phone, found a beer cap sitting beside it. This happens enough that I just put it back, took my phone and left the room. A few hours later, it was gone. -shrug- It happens.
This happened about 30 years ago. My mom had a golden ring (not that one). It was rounded on the top like a bubble she always wore it on her middle left hand finger. On a summer vacation during a trip to the beach she lost it in the sand. We looked and combed the sand in the vicinity for hours without any luck. She resigned and we all moved on. A couple of year later we were unpacking the artificial Christmas tree for the annual celebration of the birth of a middle eastern baby who may have not ever existed. I was unfolding the branches, one by one, as one usually does with this ornaments, and I saw something shiny stuck all the way in one of the branches. I showed it to her. It was the ring she had lost two years ago. I saw the damned thing, I pulled it from the plastic branch. We all thought it was some sort of miracle, and we moved on. A year later she lost the ring again, this time for good. We've looked on the Christmas tree branches every year since, but we never found it. I guess religions are born that way.
I was 20 in 1991, and stationed in Scotland. I bought a Gerber multi-tool for day-to-day stuff, and that knife stayed with me, living on my right hip until August of 2020. We were outside, doing lawn stuff. I opened the sheath, and handed it to a friend standing next to me so she could cut open a bag. She claims she handed it right back to me after. She wasn't three feet away. We scoured the lawn, the bag, our pockets, her car, everything. It was perfectly worn and razor sharp. I'd sent it back to Gerber twice for sharpening and new tools. And it simply vanished between our outstretched hands. I miss that knife.
As someone with a long-time ADD diagnosis, this is an infuriatingly common occurrence in my life. Which makes it all the more maddening in the moments when this happens and after a while of frantic searching I think to myself, “Fuck, I know I’m nuts and prone to losing shit…but this feels like the universe is laughing at me.” And then, even if I find the item later, I will never know exactly what happened. If some malicious entity or force was getting its rocks off with a prank like this, people like me would be the best targets. Often you find a lost item and suddenly remember when and where you dropped it. Other times, the laughing just gets louder.
Oh, all this time I thought someone stole my phone from a locker, saw the baby picture on the background and put it back the next day. But sure, I’m on board for a gym locker glitch. Thanks for making me feel more interesting and part of the club. :)
tu stultus es
That's The Onion's Latin motto (I know that because I am a very smart boy and I have read the amicus brief they submitted to the Supreme Court, and if you haven't, you should, because the feeling that I get when I read it - that sense that I am simultaneously experiencing a piece of work that is both a triumphant example of its form and a tremendously clever subversion of the same - is something that I've only recently gotten from Billy Karate). You are a fool. Myself, I think they don't go hard enough.
Your brain is a miracle of nature. It is also a defective lump of goo. You should never underestimate your own capacity for unfathomable stupidity. There are a few things that can happen to create this effect because your dumb, stupid, idiot brain is terrible at its job.
The first and most likely cause for this sort of thing is a kind of agnosia called inattentional blindness. The brain (because, again, it is a stupid, useless, slimy sponge of an organ that is terrible at its job and should feel bad) happily discards things in your field of vision that it decides don't matter with respect to what you're doing right now. The invisible gorilla experiment is one of the more well known examples of this sort of thing. Ironically, sometimes this can sometimes cause the problem that you're dealing with. Let's say that you're late for work and you can't find your keys. They're not in the spot they're supposed to be. Well, you really need to be on time for work because - I don't know, it's pizza day or something. Your stupid, inadequate brain will seize on that concern ("It's pizza day I have to get to work where are my keys I need them it's pizza day where are they WHERE ARE THEY?"), decide that it's more important than seeing your actual keys, and five minutes later you'll go look at the place where they were supposed to be and they'll be there, even though you know that you looked there and didn't see them.
The second most common cause would be your dumb, useless memory. People like to think of their memory as a kind of audiovisual record of things that have happened or facts they've heard. Ha ha ha, no. Your memory is more like a gigantic chalkboard. Every memory you have is written on that chalkboard, and as such can be smudged, or added to, or subtracted from. It gets better, though. Every time you "remember" something, you go up to that chalkboard, erase what was there, load it into your conscious mind, and then write it back up on the chalkboard when you're finished, "from memory" as it were. The act of remembering can - and frequently does - change the memory that you're trying to access. I had this ball in my hand. I know I did. I bent over and picked it up and I was holding it right here. I even remember that when I bent over I saw that it was dusty under the couch. I wouldn't remember noticing that if it hadn't happened. There was even a little breeze when the dog went by.
Here's the thing, though. Some amount of that didn't happen. If you think you remember something, the one thing that I absolutely know about that thing is that it didn't happen the way you remember it. Your lying, idiot brain is trying to jam together a narrative that can make your life at least slightly comprehensible, so it just kind of...put the ball there. It mashed together that time last week when you looked under the couch with the hundreds of times you've had that ball in your hand and created the memory for you. And the dog never walked by in the first place - you just added that on your own because I said it. You never picked up the ball in the first place, but here's the best part - nothing that I can show you will ever convince your brain that the memory is false. It will never throw it away. That's the going theory for how deja vu works - you have a tiny seizure, some signals get processed out of order, and you end up remembering something that you hadn't yet consciously processed. Now, I can absolutely convince you that that isn't how it happened (here is the security footage of you standing up, taking a second to fart because you've reached that age where you want to double check and make sure it doesn't come with a prize before you execute, scratching your arm, and then walking off into the kitchen), and I can give you the memory of proving to your dumb ass that that's not how things happened, but I can't make your dumb brain erase it from the chalkboard, though you can modify the memory yourself if you want to.
Any time you encounter the paranormal, the first thing that you should remember is that you're a complete moron and your lying eyes can't be trusted because you're just a damp wad of foam rubber and electricity. Remember that and then recognize how amazing it is that your human brain is powerful enough to be that stupid. Your eyes actually took in the image of a thing that was right in front of your face and then your brain compared it to what you were concerned about at the time, decided that it didn't matter, and erased it from existence so that you could stay focused on your task, and it did all of that without you having to get involved at all. It knew that you wanted that ball and went and got it for you. It's like when your toddler tries to help you fix the plumbing - the dumb little idiot doesn't know that you don't need the pipe wrench he just brought you and you would be better off if you didn't have this useless lump of metal, but the very fact that this tiny dullard could put together the concept of this weird looking metal thing and you monkeying around under the sink and conclude that it might be helpful to come drop two pounds of iron directly on your balls is amazing in its own way.
Of all things, this happened to me with my god damn passport. I know for a fact that my passport was kept in a specific drawer with all my important papers, then when I was about to go on a trip it had disappeared. I had to go through the annoying and expensive process of getting a new one within a few days, and I had to fill out paperwork explaining what happened. I felt like such an idiot writing "I lost it in my house". This was at least five years ago and it still hasn't shown up.
When items go "missing" for me is when I drop them. That sounds basic and silly, but I've dropped large objects in rooms only to have it bounce out of reality and never show up again, no matter where we look.
Though my favourite "paranormal" experience was when my mom and I were arguing at IHoP once, and a water glass just moved by itself across the table. We both just stopped and laughed. Naturally it was just hydroplaning, but the point is that it was funny.
That is an awesome trailer!
We have stuff disappear all the time for no reason, even if we're very careful about making sure we know where the item in question is. Reality rip? Multi-dimension wrinkle? I don't know, but I do question who is using these things on the other side of my reality.
I recently had an experience where I went to get a carton of eggs from my fridge. I keep them in the same spot so when there weren't any I figured one of my kids moved moved them and searched, but no eggs (in the carton). I asked my son if he ate them and he said no and also searched, also coming up no eggs. He ran to the store for me and bought another carton, I make my eggs, put the eggs back on the shelf in my fridge. Maybe an hour later, I open the fridge for a drink and to my actual horror not only were the original carton of eggs back, they were on top of the eggs my son bought from the store. I can't explain it. But I instantly saw them sitting there.
I have one about a randomly manifested object!
In probably 2005-ish, I was in high school. One summer night, I was watching Jaws on tv for the millionth time, when my buddy who lived down the way asked me to come over and play games, drink, etc. I turned off the tv and thought to myself “I should really buy this movie on DVD since my VHS of it is ancient. I’ll have to go to Best Buy soon.”
It was a nice night so I decided to walk to his house, which was about 20 minutes through a suburban neighborhood. At the time, there were no smartphones so I was just listening to music and walking straight ahead when I step on something plastic I somehow didn’t see before. Right there on the sidewalk under a streetlamp is ‘Jaws’ on DVD. I am the only person on the empty street, but I still look in every direction and not a soul was around.
There is a very good chance that somebody threw the movie out or it fell out of the trash on garbage day or there was a garage sale and it was dropped. But what are the odds of walking outside your house and finding a copy of the exact 30 year old movie you were watching fifteen minutes earlier? I told my friends this story but they were more concerned with drinking beer and talking about girls, so I let it go. I still have it in my collection to this day! No clue how it happened.
I was a weird kid growing up. I liked to take my pencil and dot in the eyes of my Ninja Turtles. In 1st grade, I had a Raphael figure whose eyes I penciled in. Lost his belt pretty much right off the back. After about a year, I lost the figure too. Maybe two years later, my mother takes my brother and me to Sym's to get new backpacks for school. My little brother picks out a neat multicolored backpack with a bright yellow pocket. Inside that pocket? A Raphael Ninja Turtle with penciled-in eyes and no belt. It even had the same scuff marks, so I knew it was mine. I'm sure there are a couple perfectly logical explanations, but I fancy that some of our items fall through cracks in spacetime and wind up in other planets, universes, and timelines.