Chichirabbits, I followed your post from another forum and wanted to reply there, but for some reason, I was unable to register. So I did a search and found your story here. Sorry--that made me feel kinda stalkerish, but this is weird, and I really felt like I needed to contact you. Maybe it's a coincidence, but my story seems to have a few elements similar to yours, only from the opposite perspective. I'll explain:
When I was 8 (year was '91), I was waiting for my mom to get home from work. I was bored, lying on our blue couch, just staring at it. You know how sometimes you can make out patterns in material if you stare at it long enough? Like clouds or whatever? Well, I was staring at my couch for a bit, and suddenly, a woman doing the dishes appeared. At first, I thought it was just a really detailed illusion, but then I saw her moving, cleaning the dishes. She had her hair up. I stared at this for a while, and then it really started freaking me out. This pattern in my couch was so detailed! No colors or anything, just a very clear outline of a woman, maybe in her 20s or 30s, doing the dishes with her hair up and wearing what looked like an apron or dress. Plus, this figure was moving.
After a while, I got a little too freaked out and ran my hand across the material. It's not a suede couch, but the material has that same kind of effect--when you move it around, the little fibers in the material will also move, changing whatever pattern you see in it. (I hope that makes sense!) Anyway, when I did this, nothing happened. The woman was still there, she was still cleaning the dishes. So, obviously, this was a little jarring. I rubbed the couch again, hoping to change the pattern of the fabric. The woman was still there, but it looked like she stopped moving, almost as if she could sense me there. At this point, I'm thoroughly freaked out. So I rub the couch really hard, for a while, trying to get this image to go away, wondering if I just had a REALLY good imagination (though nothing like this had ever happened to me). So when I stop rubbing, she's still there, standing still. Then, I see her look toward me, almost as if she heard me or felt me or something. So I screamed, jumped off the couch and didn't go near it until my mom got home.
I remember this very vividly, and it's easy for me to say I know what I saw, but the logical side of me has always chalked it up to just being a kid with an overactive imagination. I've recounted it to friends and coworkers, and they've offered their interpretations (a wrinkle in spacetime, etc), but I've always just brushed it off, because it happened when I was little. But tonight, I was on a supernatural story kick (guilty pleasure), so I thought about that childhood experience again. The woman always seemed scared to me, like she had no idea what was going on, and I always mentioned that detail in telling friends about it. Anyway, just being kinda silly, I wondered, "What if that woman I saw doing dishes is out there somewhere?" Not expecting to find anything, I searched "washing dishes, something weird" and your post was the third result. I clicked on it, read your story and got goosebumps. Granted, I was looking for something, but even my extremely skeptical boyfriend admitted it was odd.
When I was 8, I had really long, black stringy hair. In your other post, you mentioned a woman with long black hair in your dreams, so that stood out a bit. Then, when I got to the part about the little girl poking you, it just seemed too coincidental. I figured I should at least tell you my story. Also, the woman I saw as a child was facing right. When I was rubbing the image on the couch, I was rubbing what would be the right side of the figure.
I'm not sure how you feel about this; it would be great to know your thoughts. I'm not sure what I believe. I'm a half skeptical, half completely open-minded person. But this just seemed really coincidental to me, so I thought it worth sharing.
Either way, I hope all is well since your nightmares and weird experience! Feel free to DM/email me if you like.
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