I don't have anything amazing, and it wasn't even something most people would consider frightening, but it was vivid to me.
The first memory I have is of a nightmare. I’m about three years old. I’m in my parents’ backyard, playing in a small, plastic turtle pool, when my mom comes out and tells me it’s time to come in for a nap. I tell her I don’t want to, she says fine, and she goes back into the house. I play with some toy boats for a while, when I get this sudden sense of dread. I look behind me, and in our bushes is what I can only describe as a shapeless, figureless entity. It has no form, and I don’t even know how I know where it’s at. It’s like a more advanced version of the “someone’s watching me” feeling. I run to our garage, and I feel it following me. Because it’s a dream, I somehow get into my dad’s car and drive off. I’m incredibly panicked as I feel it following me down our street, and god knows why, but I stop at the light at the end of our street instead of speeding off. The entity opens the door, and I quickly close it, and lock it, and the dream ends as I step on the gas pedal. I know it’s all fake, but this dream comes back to me every few years or so, and it always ends with me closing the car door. I don’t know why my earliest memory is of a nightmare, but it never ceases to creep me out.
Dang that’s creepy
You're gonna see some weird shit, and you're just gonna have to let it be. There's a lot of things that will make you stop and stare, raise your eyebrows, make you really uncomfortable or scared even. But it's best to just let it be, and move on. Of course, keep your wits about you around the weird shit. Unless there's an imminent danger to your life or someone else's, it's best to just ignore the weird things you'll see in then city.
Example: Here in Portland OR, I was walking to my car around midnight on a Tuesday last year. Down the street from my car, I could hear hooves on the pavement, and music. I looked up and saw a man on horseback, wearing a motorcycle helmet, and playing disco out of a boombox he had strapped the saddle. He was pacing his horse around in the middle of the street.
I just got in my car, and decided whatever was happening there, didn't concern me, and I just drove home.
Heyyy I live in Portland too
Well if they are jerks and inappropriate and that bothers you, you shouldn't need to be friends with them , and honestly the only way to get to her is to tell her how you feel
Thank you, I now that is the right choice it’s just difficult because all of them have been friends for a while and I just want to be able to be in with them, thank you so much