AIBU to ask you the weirdest thing that you've caught yourself thinking

[Motherofatruck]

Just walked upstairs and caught myself being a bit of weirdo... There's a mirror in the downstairs hallway, which I glanced at and saw myself looking back (obviously ). Walked upstairs then into the bathroom where there is another mirror. Caught myself pondering about if there was any possibility of there being another dimension where there's a version of myself and everything else in my life which is exactly mirroring everything I do. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I had watched the mirror version of myself walk up the stairs and go into the bathroom... Like I wasn't watching myself, but a different version of me. Then I realised they were also watching me and felt slightly violated Spent quite a while after that scuttling past mirror's without making eye contact. Kind of hoping I can get some reassurance that I'm not the only one who freaks themself out sometimes.

Sat outside a hotel in the centre of Brussels, in my wheelchair, having a vape at 1am...

Suddenly thought 'shit.. I'm here without a grown up....'

Really felt a bit panicked for a second, despite logically understanding I'd got myself there, along with my sister, driving from Kent, through the tunnel, through France and into Belgium.... still really freaky!

As a kid I had lots of episodes where I felt like i was in a wee bubble, distant from everything watching life going on around me - I still get that but its much less frequent!

@H2OH20Everywhere there was a similar story on a woo thread a few years ago - the poster had a story where she remembered being small and a car had pulled up outside her house with a woman and a man in it. I think she'd got scared and run away?

In any case, roll on adulthood and the woman went back to her childhood home with her boyfriend in the car...to find a child outside, roughly the age she'd been, watching her car drive up and then running away. ghost noises

What if I'm the only individual with actual life/ consciousness and everyone else is part of a construct?

DH and I are convinced that no one else is real.

We will go into a coffee shop/pub/restaurant for the second time and without fail the staff will remember us.

The most bizarre one was on holiday recently. We were in a very busy tourist town. Being an English couple there was by no means unusual. We went into an ice cream shop and bought an ice cream. It was really good so we went back the next day.
The third day DH fancied another ice cream. He went in and was served by the same woman who gave them to us for free!

No one else is real. Fact.

I sometimes feel really, really small - when I take the dog into the back garden for a late night pee (him not me...) and I look up I often start thinking about our planet and the stars and other galaxies and the universe and other sentient beings and then my brain hurts.

Too much sci fi for me

Sometimes I wonder why I’m “me”. I’m looking out of my eyes and experiencing my feelings, but why am I me? Why aren’t I someone else? All emotions and feelings seem so big to me, yet to someone else they are merely words. Sometimes I just can’t get my mind around that thought.

This all sounds a bit like that excellent TV series Fringe which was about a parallel universe

I often wonder why I am me and why am I here now, why not the Middle Ages or some other time

I’m glad it’s not just me who suddenly randomly thinks, “this is real, I’m real, I'm really doing this (whatever this is at that particular time, usually something mundane like washing up.”
And ten years after I had children, I still think to myself “I’m a mom. I have children.” Well, teenagers now. (They’re adopted, I know the maths doesn’t add up).

I will be (for eg) sitting on the sofa and one of the children will speak to me and it will surprise me like, oh I have children ! I get lots of things like that, I wonder if it is side effects of my medicine messing with my brain 🥴

When I was a child, if we drove through a town that I wasn’t familiar with, I’d look at the people walking along and start freaking myself out by the thought that everyone had a life that was precious, and full of people they loved, and all their hopes and fears. I’d feel this incredible kinship with them because of our shared experience of being human.
It was really bittersweet because i felt so connected to them but I only saw them for a second or two, so the transience was almost overwhelming.

I don’t think I can describe it properly, but it was almost as if i could feel all their feelings just for a split second, and was really saw how vulnerable yet strong yet childlike etc everyone was.

Another strand of it was to do with our shared human experience, and yet we would always be separate in our own heads, never really connected. I used to find it very overwhelming.

I was a deep thinking child!

Soulsista14 I really resonate with that.

I've sometimes thought perhaps I'm not real and my life isn't real. I might be an old lady in a home somewhere who's imagining all this thinking its real. When I talk to people I could be that lady talking to thin air with carers wondering who I'm talking to, or when I talk to my children it could be her talking to thin air or a doll. How do we know what's real. It sounds so weird writing it down!
Life and time is all so strange when you start thinking about it.

I sometimes get the holey shit I'm a an actual person moments.. or holey shit iv made, pushed out and raised 2 children ... who thought I was mature and capable to do this... I can barely keep a plant alive.

Or

When driving walking some where different I look around at the grass or trees and wonder if that blade of grass or leaf has ever been seen before by another person.

That windows are like eyes.
That malevolent creatures are in the mirror. (briefly!)
That seconds are the atoms of time.
That my current belief system includes reincarnation but I feel as if I'm sitting this life out and I don't know how to change that.

If I’m outside my house looking into the windows, I get a strong sense that there is something in there looking out and watching me. It freaks me out.

Definitely get the trueman show thing. I also sometimes consider whether it's all just one big delusion - anyone recall the Buffy episode where someone (not sure who) makes her think she's woken in the "real world" and her mum and dad are there with her at the hospital and her vampire slaying life is all just one made up existence? Like that I think.

Sometimes I imagine what the earth would look like if people left a trail of foot prints where they walked - would there be a single inch of earth not coloured? Then I start thinking that its unlikely I will ever step somewhere that noone else has before.

When I was little I used to think that when I couldn't get to sleep, everyone else had already slept and woken and were living through the next day without me.

Sometimes I also try to say or think words and sounds in a random order so that I've said or thought something that noone else ever has

When driving walking some where different I look around at the grass or trees and wonder if that blade of grass or leaf has ever been seen before by another person.

I do that too.
I look really hard at one leaf. People have seen it before but no one has really looked at it.

@LarryGreysonsDoor I had this at a butchers before! The woman was talking to me as if she'd known me my whole life!

Thank you so much to everyone for making me feel normal I went out for drinks with a friend this evening and told her about the mirror people and she nodded knowingly. I feel like it's now just a fact of life. I will now view mirrors as a window into the mirror people's realm and ignore the science behind how mirrors work @anothernotherone I've never read The Yellow Wallpaper but now I'm intrigued... I've never watched the OA or Fringe either. I've always had a really vivid imagination. I remember as a child being scared of everything because I found it all too easy to imagine what could go wrong. Mirror people, I can deal with 😁

Does anyone else find it really hard to imagine what it must be like after you die? What happens to your thoughts? I can't imagine not thinking!

Driving a long the road, I often randomly think "I could just wind down the window and chuck my phone out"

I mean, I never would.....

But I could....,

That the memories I have were chosen by me to be replayed at intervals of my choosing...

We can literally pick a place in time to relive momentarily. Shits’ time travel.

Yeah, I'm not going to be telling you that