In This Thread We Write About Things We Think We Only Do

I know aliens that like poetry... heh how cute :roll:

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Originally Posted by gameoverlord345

yeah

but did you actually pretend to climb walls and attack ppl with ur weapon like i did HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!?

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I used to pretend I had a laser gun that I would shoot in the air, and then eventually the laser beam would fall back to Earth and kill whoever it landed on.

I used to pretend that I could choose a number, like 7, and then I would watch the cars go by counting the women, and that I could have, or would spend the rest of my life, with the 7th woman that went by.

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Originally Posted by tommo

Sometimes when I'm in my car (IRL) I pretend people are tailing me and I'm trying to get away, sometimes I imagine everything is in slow motion so it's like I'm driving really fast.
I've met 2 other people that do this though lol So strange, but I wonder whether anyone here does.

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Awesome!

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Originally Posted by erible

I agree with Mario and Dianeva, I talk to myself, mostly when I am home alone except I don't just talk to myself, I pretend like I'm talking to other people but I am showing them to do something....
example: If I am making cereal, I'm like "well first you get the milk and bowl" etc etc. I probably sound crazy but I find I do this with most things...it makes them more entertaining and it happens automatically.

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I make up the stupidest sentences I can out loud.

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Originally Posted by Xaqaria

I have to constantly stop myself from abusing my mod powers to edit other people's posts for spelling/grammar/punctuation errors. Maybe other mods do this too, but I doubt it.

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I am huge on grammar.

Wheat
The Brain I created has a link to my manuscript.

I do some admin work on another forum and I corrected one person one time. I won't do it again, but I can hardly help myself.

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Originally Posted by Rman

I used to pretend I had a laser gun that I would shoot in the air, and then eventually the laser beam would fall back to Earth and kill whoever it landed on.

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Haha, I used to wonder if I would shoot a normal gun randomly in the air if the bullet would land and kill someone.
You gotta wonder though, how people probably do that all the time. Someone must have been killed by a stray falling bullet by now. Like when they do those 21 gun salutes especially.

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Originally Posted by tommo

Haha, I used to wonder if I would shoot a normal gun randomly in the air if the bullet would land and kill someone.
You gotta wonder though, how people probably do that all the time. Someone must have been killed by a stray falling bullet by now. Like when they do those 21 gun salutes especially.

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I think the 21 gun salutes are more controlled. I have heard of people being killed by stupid, in the air gun fire. It happens in places like Mexico where they do that stuff. Of course,
it may happen in the state also--you just don't hear of it very often.

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Originally Posted by Suscitatsio

Spoiler for A rather long write up of a curious and possibly unique thing that happens to me:

Sometimes when I am riding on the bus on my way to work I exhale and imagine a residual oxygen molecule flow out of my lungs and drift through the bus only to be sucked into another persons lungs, diffuse into their blood stream, get pumped through the heart to a place where it nourishes a molecule. And then the next time I exhale I imagine a whole bunch of residual oxygen molecules flow out of my body with my breath and drift about the room, some being absorbed, others getting sucked out of the window and still others going into a persons lungs and back out unscathed. While I am imagining this I also imagine the course of the nitrogen atoms as they travel about the room from breath to breath. And also the CO2 that is exhaled. I also at the same time imagine some CO2 molecules from my breath drifting out of the window of the bus, bombarded by the currents of air created in the wake of the bus and dispersing throughout the new environment they find themselves in. Some of these molecules get sucked up by the leaves of a tree or other plants and are used up by the tree for sustenance and then released back into the atmosphere as oxygen to be absorbed by some other animal life once more. This continues with several breaths, adding more and more stories. I then also start imagining everyone's breath's routes.

At right about this time in my day dreaming things start to get rather intense and the once gentle and musing images grip me and accelerate. I become aware of all of the people and, looking at them, realize that they are just as alive as me. REALLY realize it. and the stories of all of their lives spring up to me (mostly vaguely and definitely imagined). I imagine them all thinking at the same time, each one having a unique internal dialogue. Some are coming home from buying groceries at the mall, others are skipping school on the way into the next town, still others are heading out to their own respective jobs. As I hold the buzzing of all these thoughts in my head they expand and I start imagining their lives, all the moments of present time that they have, are and will experience superimposed upon each other and stretching out forwards and backwards from where they are right now like long undulating snakes beginning at the moment of their conception and ending at their last flicker of brain activity before the long sleep of death.

I also start imagining the inner workings of the bus's engine, the combustion and the moving parts. I imagine the journeys that every material part that makes up the bus took up until that moment. The raw materials they were made of being mined out of the earth by hard working men and women providing for their families. The efficient and money-loving corporations overseeing these activities. The materials passing through many machines and vessels run by man on their way into factories where they are changed and combined with other materials and then shipped off to still other places and through other factories until finally being assembled into the bus. The bus then being bought and shipped off to the place where it is needed. And then the bus running through the streets day by day carrying people, gathering dirt and grime and having that dirt and grime cleaned and polished off. All the daily doings of a bus up until the moment where it is driving me.

While I am imagining these myriad happenings I become more aware of the present moment and where I am situated. I see the bus traveling over the street and whizzing by a multitude of places. I become aware that there are unique things happening all around me. And then I am also aware that there are many miles of earth below me and all around. And that I am traveling through a soup of gases that extends many miles above me. And I see that I am on a crust of earth, a continent, with many myriad happenings taking place upon it and which is slowly drifting on a vast and unimaginably deep sea of molten rock and minerals. And I see that this crust of a continent is in an ancient dance with other crusts that contain myriad materials, happenings and life. I also see that this whole Earth of happenings is slowly rotating in space, in a wobbly way. I see that there is a vast (though smaller) chunk of materials that man has named the Moon which is rotating around the Earth. And I see that the earth is in a dance with many other worlds, all rotating around a HUGE ignited ball of gases called the Sun. Then I see that this whole solar system of happenings is traveling through space together, rotating and dancing with many other solar systems in the great expanse of myriad happenings called the Milky Way. And that this rotating, dancing Milky Way galaxy is, as a whole, traveling around other galaxies, and in a collection of galaxies, all dancing and rotating together, which are all rocketing through space at an incredible rate amongst other collections of galaxies and other cosmic phenomena. And there are an ENUMERABLE quantity of them!

I also imagine each cell and then molecule of my own body and the innumerable myriad of happenings and existences that they consist of. I am impressed with how strange a notion it is that I exist as a life form with a consciousness, and spend most of my time thinking of myself as one thing when there is this multitude of individual lives happening with these organisms inside of me. All of them living and dying many times over whilst I retain a mostly consistent perspective above and over-top of all of them. And in each cell the molecules and their happenings and dances I imagine. And then the dance of forces and vibrations in the atoms. and the probabilistic cloud of electrons, which is swayed by many forces to by more likely to appear in certain places as opposed to others in its furious multi-dimensional dance.

And seeing all these happenings, it becomes impressed on me the possibility that this is but one thread in a vast and innumerable myriad sea of existences. Each three dimensional object no longer existing for my expanding perspective in the regular flow of the present moment but instead existing as a cloud of probability, in many different places and universes at the same time. I experience their entire existences as a sort of dot, and dancing about with other dots. weaving and undulating about they dance together with many other objects and happenings. Many realities.

At right about this time, when I am so far caught up by my visualizations that I no longer see what is in front of my wide-open, staring eyes, nor smell the various aromas around me, nor hear or taste or touch. A rushing sensation fills my thoughts. I feel this sensation with some other sense of feeling besides my sense of touch. It is a rushing sense that is all encompassing. And my perspective, my "me-ness", my consciousness is then separated from my body and is almost above it. Then I look upon my life and am astounded by it. The fact that I have been experiencing all the things that I have been experiencing amazes me. To think that these very odd, and very SPECIFIC things are happening to me is astounding. I am overcome with the sense that I truly exist somewhere much more ABOVE all of this, in a sense. That I know and have experienced vastly more in my existence as whatever I truly am than what I have been experiencing lately. But that's not even the best way to put it really though... It's more that I have been continually experiencing much more, but one tendril of my consciousness was plunged into the existence that I am experiencing, say, right now as I type all of this out.

And then it all snaps back together and I am riding on the bus again with no more visualizations, but in deep thought and contemplating the event that just happened to me yet again. Then I have to attempt to put it out of my mind and go to work and carry on with me life as usual.

I have been having experiences such as this since elementary school. They happen every once in a while, at total random. I just used the time on the bus as an example. It has happened there a decent amount as I have a long bus ride and a lot of time to think. Also, a lot of the time the rushing feeling and separated consciousness happens spontaneously of itself without that visualization thing preceding it.

And so that's what I think I may be the only one that does. Not that I would be at all surprised if other people do the same thing. Or, rather, have the same thing happen to them I suppose.

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It sounds to me that you contemplate the Buddhist One-Many-One idea.

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Originally Posted by tommo

I do that breath thing too, up to the air I breathe out being breathed in by someone else, then I stop because I realise I'm breathing in that ugly guys breath over there.

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Ever since I was a kid, when someone I think is nasty is going to walk by, I hold my breath before they pass so I don't have to breathe in air that came from their hair. Of course,
if it is a pretty lady, then I breathe in as she passes, then I turn around and check her out...then I go home and take a shower. :)

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On another note, if I am standing behind a cop, I think about how easily I could hit him/her and ruin my entire life. I'm paranoid, but I don't hate cops. I have no anger towards them.
I don't want to hit them. The whole thing is that I COULD do it, and how much it would suck if I did. Then I start wondering if it is possible that since I thought about it, my mind might
get confused and think it is something I should do. Thank god I'm not THAT stupid.

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Originally Posted by infisek

I have imaginary evil twin and I talk to him all the time and he talks back

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That is SO-O-O-O weird! My brother plays a game called The Evil Twin. It is designed to be productive. He can either do something and he wins,
or he does nothing and the evil twin wins--perhaps because the evil twin did something that day and enjoyed life, whereas my brother could have
but layed on his but that day.

I think I also represent his evil twin because I don't do as much as he does. I think he experiences schadenfreude about that.

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I used to play a game called Magic Eyes. I played it in 1st -3rd or 4th grade. I would push in an my eyes gently with the palm of my hand until
I saw psychedelic images/fireworks. It started to hurt, so I would stop. I pretended it was some kind of a show. Then I would take a sneak-a-peek
at the next days show by doing it again, only just for a second.

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Originally Posted by Rman

Ever since I was a kid, when someone I think is nasty is going to walk by, I hold my breath before they pass so I don't have to breathe in air that came from their hair. Of course,
if it is a pretty lady, then I breathe in as she passes, then I turn around and check her out...then I go home and take a shower. :)

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Haha yep I do the same thing haha
I shower every time I get home though. Not because a hot girl walked past me lol
Why do you do that?

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Well, if you read up this thread just a little, someone said they masturbate in the shower. Then someone responded sarcastically lol, that when a hot girl walks by, they turn to check her out.
I was just kidding when I wrote that to reference those posts. I actually do have a shower thing though. I feel as though my home dirt is OK, but other people's is nasty. I guess to some extent
that is kind of normal, but maybe not.

My big thing is that when I sit down in someones house, or esPECIAcially in a public place, I don't want to sit on my couch, chairs, or bed with those pants, or whatever shirt/jacket I was wearing.
Yuck!

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Originally Posted by Rman

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Well, if you read up this thread just a little, someone said they masturbate in the shower. Then someone responded sarcastically lol, that when a hot girl walks by, they turn to check her out.
I was just kidding when I wrote that to reference those posts. I actually do have a shower thing though. I feel as though my home dirt is OK, but other people's is nasty. I guess to some extent
that is kind of normal, but maybe not.

My big thing is that when I sit down in someones house, or esPECIAcially in a public place, I don't want to sit on my couch, chairs, or bed with those pants, or whatever shirt/jacket I was wearing.
Yuck!

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OH HAHA. I get it.

Yeah I feel the same thing. My mum asks how I can have my room so dirty when I have OCD and that is exactly why lol
Other people's "dirt" is horrible, unless I like them. Which is obviously illogical and you can't stop any of it, but yeah.

I hate people sitting on my bed for that reason, and I always change clothes when I get home, after I've showered lol
It annoys me that my family doesn't do it coz then I have to sit on the couch's etc. too. I clean em when nobody's there lol

This reminds me of The Big Bang Theory and Sheldon's "bus pants" haha Dunno if you've seen it, but I laughed so much.

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Originally Posted by tommo

This reminds me of The Big Bang Theory and Sheldon's "bus pants" haha Dunno if you've seen it, but I laughed so much.

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< Gets the reference and shares a chuckle.

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Don't know the reference, but yea. The other day it was medical office pants for me. The day before that it was Unemployment Office pants.
I have a section in my closet for pants that aren't too dirty to wear, but they are too dirty to sit on the couch/bed/chairs. :)

When I'm riding in a car I have two games.
1. I'll blink in a way that makes it look like I'm pushing back the same line fragment over and over and see how long I can do it.
2. This one is hard to describe.

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Originally Posted by ooflendoodle

When I'm riding in a car I have two games.
1. I'll blink in a way that makes it look like I'm pushing back the same line fragment over and over and see how long I can do it.
2. This one is hard to describe.

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Hehe, I've done that in this new tunnel that got built recently.
It basically already looks like you're just repeating the same thing over and over again until you exit. I think it's because the lights, lines and concrete segments must be very similar the entire way, matching up almost exactly, and almost everyone knows there's cameras everywhere in there so they all drive at around the same speed. So it just feels like you're repeating a second or so over and over again lol But if you also blink in a certain way, it's even more trippy hehe.

If I pass road kill, I have to hold my breath until I can't see it anymore. I don't know why. Sometimes when I am talking to people, I keep track on my fingers of how many words I am saying and if the number of words end in an odd number, I keep talking until it gets to an even one. If I am cooking in my house alone, I pretend I'm on a cooking show and I explain how to do everything to an imaginary audience.

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Originally Posted by legendarymidget

I pick things up with my toes because bending over sucks.:)

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I do that too.

Why the hell would you do that? Just don't eat tomato.

I pick up things with my feet too. And try to use my left hand often so I become more ambidextrous.

I salute myself in the bathroom mirror. Usually after staring into my own eyes for extended periods of time.

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Originally Posted by Seroquel

I salute myself in the bathroom mirror. Usually after staring into my own eyes for extended periods of time.

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Sometimes I salute my *cough* when I flush the toilet.

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Originally Posted by seminolegirl

dream about a creepy owl that will suck ur soul out if u look into it's eyes....... and about creepy-ass angels that move at the speed of llight when ur not looking, and if touched by 1 u get sent back into time...... they also r always crying, but when ur not looking they'll move there hands so u can see there DEAD LOOKING FACES....... don't look away....... don't run...... and don't even BLINK......AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH *i think i crapped my pants*

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Why was this ignored?

And when can I hear more?

I close my eyes and daydream when I'm listening to music in the car. My dad keeps asking me why I'm tired.

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Originally Posted by Puffin

I close my eyes and daydream when I'm listening to music in the car. My dad keeps asking me why I'm tired.

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weeeeeirrrddddo.
but seriously, wtf?

My imagination runs away from me and I can't seem to catch it sometimes. ;P

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Originally Posted by Puffin

My imagination runs away from me and I can't seem to catch it sometimes. ;P

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It must be why you're so good at lucid dreaming hehe.

Sometimes when I hug people I think about how to perform a takedown or a lock.
Also, I have been, according to 3 individual persons, performing punches and wrestling techniques in my sleep.

I know, I train too much.

I strongly associate songs with feelings...songs can really initiate certain, unique, distinguishable feelings for me