|>> || One time I was homeless in a tent with ~ 4 other people, all of us smoking meth of course. One woman mentions in passing that the area we're staying on is haunted because everyone overdoses or kills eachother (big city, homeless camp). She says they like to mess with your flashlights, then everyone else just nods like 'oh god I hate when that happens' a while later I'm doing something and need a light so I grab one of my flashlights. It turns on very dim then flickers, dims, flickers again, then goes out. I grab another one it does the same. All of them do. I tell the lady and she's like to to the other side of the tent and try it, they like to mess around. I do and they all work perfectly fine. She also mentioned a scream that came from the forest behind the encampment every night at the same time and I was callin bullshit. Next thing I know, a while later a bunch of weird screams happen and the lantern in the tent flickers to the duration then goes back to normal when it's done and this lady was just like 'see it happens'. |
Another time after a fat run, i nod off and end up punching a friend of mine in my moment of sleep. He's like wtf. I'm like sorry I had a dream your friend (we were with his friend until he left while we rested for a bit) was shooting me with a spray bottle haha. We meet up with the friend after this, and my friend points out the spray bottle hanging from his friends pants pocket. We just look at eachother like bruh. No way he actually sprayed me though because we were in a locked room while I nodded off and my friend was awake the whole time.
Another time I was reliving a dream I had years prior, taking place along some traintracks in a very isolated area. I knew it was my dream so I started telling the friend I was with either landmarks that would pop up, or events that would take place. At one point we were just tweakin and I was like "a male and female couple are gonna pass through here any second going that direction please believe me" and a minute later there they were. Unpointed the opposite direction and said "I remember we walk over there and after we pass the big bike tire on the ground we gotta go to this little cement clearing, past the trees, there's some weird graffiti. I don't remember what but in my dream it was really scary let's look" so we go. The bike tire is there, he looks at me like ok I believe you now lmao. Keep in mind I'm a small girl and this is a over 6 foot, very heavyset man. We see the cement thing a little bit up, but every step is just harder to take. We end up holding hands and just nervously going one step at a time into the clearing. The energy was so nerve wracking idek why. There is writing on the walls, we need to go closer to see it. There's like a dead crow mangled in some ivy on one area. We are both horrified hearts pumping holding hands then we read this one little sentence that said "The Devil's Playground" we fucking booked it, no reason to, but this grown man and I were feeling the worst energy from this area and ran like straight up children from whatever we were sensing.
Another time I kept seeing random piles of just raw beans all over the city. Like in gas station parking lots, around the sidewalks, under benches, just anywhere. I kept asking anyone wtf is up with the raw beans all over the place and they wouldn't know. Then I meet this one guy, in a particularly Bean dense area and hes like "YOU AINT NEVER HEARD OF NO BEAN FIGHT?!?!?" I laughed for like 5 minutes and asked him to explain, he said it's when you would probably end up killing someone if you were to fight with your hands, so you just throw raw beans at eachother. I was just shocked.
Another time I was buying baking soda to cleanse my pee and the cashier girl was like "it really works!"
There was a dude with severe Parkinson's and mental issues having a siezure type thing and everyone was like "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE HELP HIM" So they start lighting up a bubble and are like "ITS OKAY BREATHE IT IN BREATHE IT IN" and while he's breathing it in you can see his convulsions stop. He wasn't faking it either.
I was walking down an alley with this lady and I'm tweakin hard, so she must be off one bc she ivd daily. As we pass a dumpster it's like 'psssssssst, yeah y'all. You ladies ever hear a talkin dumpster?" And I'm like " you heard that too right" we had a good laugh over that one tbh. Assume it was just an advanced tweaker with a mad set up in the dumpster.
And yet ANOTHER TIME I saw a guy get batted in the head (to a pulp, blood everywhere and not moving) and dragged into the forest by his hands in a sitting position with his head just hanging and bleeding.
A guy pulling all sorts of shit out of his seemingly endless jacket pocket, a rope (like full ass rope), multiple wrenches, huge roll of duct tape, a couple electric tapes, a steel wool sponge, a needle, a big ball of cotton, random wires, it just kept coming. I was wide mouthed like when does it end, and then he takes one more grab into the abyss reaches something, and makes the most comically disturbed face/sound of disgust. His hand stays in the pocket however, and he says "oh my fucking god not this" and slowly pulls out a decomposing banana, nearly liquid. I wanted 2 puke.
There's more but haha these are the best