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.

@Motherofatruck @anothernotherone Wasn't Dahl the narrator also of Tales of the Unexpected - as in, wasn't he the guy in the armchair at the beginning of the credits? My memory is hazy because I was a kid at the time, but was allowed to stay up late sometimes and watch it.

I sometimes wonder what I’d have been like if another sperm had met the egg or another egg had met the sperm. I wouldn’t have been me obviously - I might have been pretty, thin, highly intelligent, shorter, red haired or whatever (am none of those!)

Someone was advertising their handbag business on local radio this morning and said 'I can make a bespoke bag out of any material you'd like' and Human Skin was the first thing that popped into my mind! Whats wrong with me?! I swear I have no murderous desires for such a bag :)

@BishopofBathandWells you're right! I just watched the beginning of an episode. The opening credits even say 'introduced by Roald Dahl so I have no idea how I didn't know that until recently. Too busy thinking about random weirdness, obviously

@Motherofatruck The Monkey's Paw is the story that's always stayed with me. I wonder how many others on this thread used to watch the programme - could account for all these random, weird thoughts!

To follow up what other PPs have said, I remember my sister having her second child and we were sat in her house shortly after she came home from hospital having a cuppa. I said "Oh my God, you've got two kids!" and she looked at me like my head had fallen off. Such a random moment.

I've thought about that too @Papergirl1968 Also thinking about how every decision I've made in my life has led to where I am now and wondering who or where I'd be if I'd chosen differently. Freaks me out sometimes as I think about how I might never have met my OH and we wouldn't have had our son. Makes me want to hug them just to make sure they are real

@MadamMMA that made me laugh out loud I blame handbag lady for making such wild claims

Ahh that's made me feel better, It just popped in unbidden and yes it's handbag lady's fault not mine

I drove from the south coast up to Edinburgh and suddenly thought what if an ant or something had got into my car when I left home and crawled out when I arrived? It will suddenly be all alone, hundreds of miles away and what if it had a family back home? They'll all be wondering why it went out that fateful morning and never came back, no-one had chance to say goodbye....it's so sad!

I remember being in the back of my parent's car when little, looking at the orange sodium streetlights and wondering what it would be like to be a fly trapped inside one and what if that became the entirety of your world and all you could ever know....

When I see an advertisement for a new programme for eg. on at 10pm tonight I morbidly, quite calmly think 'I might be dead by then'.

I had a strange thought last night.

When they say Mr X passed away peacefully in his sleep - how do they know that?? How do they know that they didn't wake up in pain and scared and NOT peaceful.

I did voice this to DH at the time and he looked at me like I was a bit mad.

Sometimes when I am having a bad day or whatever I like to think of 'alternate' me(s) in parallel universe(s) and feel glad they are having a good time

@mother I'd probably feed it to the detectives to be fair, I certainly wouldn't eat it! I'm sure I've watched a film where a similar thing happened but I could be wrong.... or was it a film where someone was murdered and they were fed to people... at a BBQ?

I also sometimes spend far too much time wondering how I ended up where I am (In a good way), if I'd not gone for the interview that gave me the job where I met DH.... If I'd not left my ex when I did, I wouldn't have lost my previous job, the cycle goes on and on. Apparently my abusive ex kind of did something right by being a complete c*nt and driving me away, or I wouldn't have ended up having the life I have

@Zebraantelopegiraffe Your post is by far the best thing I’ve read in a long time. I’m a true optimist yet struggling under the weight of a shit situation at the moment, so I’m going to imagine a peaceful tympanic enjoying life in an alternative universe instead. Thanks :)

*alternate universe.

In that universe there are no typos either.

My sister and I always lock our car doors as passengers. Not against strangers getting in. Against us opening the doors and launching out on a fast road.

There is nothing to stop us unlocking the doors. We have never had suicidal impulses. The thought isn't 'I want to hurt myself'. Locking the doors makes it 'safe'.

On the 'repeating reality' one, I had a dream once about the same event from three different perspective. The even was a woman on the run with her child. In my first experience, I was a visitor to the area hearing the news about the disappearance. In the second, I was one of the searchers. In the third, I was the woman herself.

I also write books. I have the strongest sense that my characters exist for themselves. I don't plan what happens, it as if they force themselves out onto the page. I started writing with one set of main characters, then a side character suddenly became hugely important and real without my planning it, like his story needed to be told. In later books, things I started the very first book with become vitally important. But I didn't plan for it or deliberately foreshadow it. It's as if the whole story already exists, and I'm just discovering it piece by piece, like an archaeologist discovering a ruin.

Oh, and the other thing about the books I write - they started from a dream! One of those brilliantly intense dreams that you feel as if it really were real.

My 'bad writing' comes on days where I know I have to get the characters from a to b, so write to achieve that. My good writing just spills out from me as if it doesn't belong to me.

There's even things about characters in the first books that fit exceptionally well with what they do later - but again, I didn't plan for it. Like I say, it's like they exist for themselves, without my design.

Yep, only yesterday I was lying in bed thinking about my life 5 years ago, then I started thinking about DS & DD (3 yrs old and 3 months old) and I thought OMG 5 years ago neither of them existed!!! And I started feeling all panicky. Was such a bizarre feeling lol.

Who decided a tree should be called a tree and so on, because. Some one must have done.

How much money have I spent through out my life.

How many of us are walking around with nick names we don't know we've got.

Thousands of children are being as I write/you read this. Yet a lot of them will be born at different times and have different birthdays. Due Time zones)

A billion seconds is 32 years.

The last 2 are facts rather than thoughts.

Soulsister, me too
I think this a lot! Creepy

What a great thread!

My younger sister used to have the 'you're not real' thing. We used to have massive arguments saying that we were the real one, and the other saying you would say that because you're fake

I often wonder what it's like to be dying and know you're dying. It makes me sad and scared. Also, to be 99 years old and know that you don't have long alive - how does that feel?

Another thing is my mind kind of 'jumps' to where I am in my life now. So kind of like in a film, where it says '5 Years later' and I'm lying in bed with a new DH, new job, new house. Obviously the steps it took to get there mean it's a gradual process, but it feels good to 'jump' sometimes to make you see how far you've come.

Brokenhearted. I've been watching a lot about of consciousness after death.

You never ever lose consciousness, as unlike the body with is finite (Has an ending). The mind is infinate. Therefore has no ending). This is because energy can not be destroyed.
So you'll still exist but just in a different form.
I think thats more believable and certainly more comforting than we just die and that's it.

I was at a funeral recently (elderly relative) and was struck by how absolutely insignificant our short lives are.

My great grandfather was also buried in the same cemetery (deceased relative's father) and although he was only 3 generation above me I never knew his name and he died well before I was born, in 1956. It struck me that barely anyone who was still alive knew him and he'd almost paled into insignificance despite dying not even 70 years ago.

And in another 70 years it may be me lying there virtu

... virtually forgotten and life will go on without me.