Home? Not Home?

How about one more posting on Alternate Reality spacetime slips?  The following account is definitely a head scratcher of a TWIDDER.
Last night, Feburary 23, 2012, my friend Savanna and I (the friend who lives with me) got off work and rode home together. We arrived there at 10:29 p.m. While pulling into the driveway, I noticed that every light in the house was off, which is extremely strange. My parents always sit on the couch in the living room with at least the lamp on.
Before we entered the house, I tried calling the house phone, but there was no answer. I called my father’s cell phone; no answer. Lastly, when I attempted to reach my mother through her cell phone, she indeed answered the phone, but didn’t respond to anything I said. She did this twice.
On the phone with my brother, he advised us to go inside because my parents are known for the occasional practical joke. We entered through the garage and tried to get my dog to come with us. She stayed outside the door instead, which again seemed odd.images
I turned on the hall light and proceeded to walk to my parents’ room and noticed that their bed sheets were hanging on the door. I walked in to see their mattress pulled off to the side of the bed. At this point I was a little on edge, so I jogged to the living room, calling out to them. But there was no response. Had they been there, they would’ve heard me. I still do not doubt that.
We left the house and got into my car to call my brother. He instructed us to meet him so he could come back with us and check it out. At this point my voice was shaking as bad as my hands had been.
This is where things get unusually scary.
Not two minutes down the road, I received a text from my mother that read, “Are you two running late?” I called her and she was upset that we weren’t home. She sounded concerned and was about to send my dad out to look for us because we had not returned home.
I sped home in attempt to catch them in the prank. When I pulled into the driveway, things appeared normal. Upon entering the house, we noticed that their bed was neatly made and they were sitting on the couch watching The Housewives of Orange County. As always.
When we told them what had happened they looked baffled. “We have been sitting on this couch since seven, Chloe. Where have you been?” After explaining in more detail, they began to worry. My dad retreated to his room and my mother almost cried. They swore that they had been there for hours, but just minutes earlier Savanna and I had been in the same empty, dark room.
When I think back to last night, I notice now that when entering the house the first time something felt wrong. Almost as if we were not in a worldly dimension. It has bothered me ever since.
Where were we?


About aloholmes

We live in a wondrous universe, and I love learning about it. Spacetime slips are one facet of existence that fascinate me. As a retired teacher I enjoy researching this topic and sharing the information I garner.
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4 Responses to Home? Not Home?

  1. Pearl Nestor says:

    I have pondered and have gotten interested in some physic explanations because of the strange things that have happened to me also. Some Scientists believe that there are actually anywhere from 13 to 20 alternate universes. In all these universes we all exist. In all these universes is the possibility that our fates are different, these are the all the possible outcomes of an action, good or bad, it doesn’t matter. They also liken these other dimensions to like sheets hanging on a clothes line. When a cosmic wind blows these sheets of dimensions will contact each other briefly and we experience a merging of two realities. It’s the best explanation I’ve heard so far. I’m just glad I’m in this reality, because my life is pretty good, don’t want to be anywhere else! Of course in another reality, I’m probably in jail. I was rather wild in my younger years. LOL!

  2. Pearl Nestor says:

    Then again, who is to say if this is all true, (my above statement) . Where does my / our reality exist? Does it originate from this point in time in here and now as we know it? Am I / we , now in our first universe and we are all conversing? Or are we all in the seventh, or the twentieth, where exactly is our place in time as we know it? And how could we know? Do we originate in the first when we are born and travel through the others as we get older? So many things to consider. The possibilities are probably way bigger than my questions. I’m sure they are. Some things to think about, always good to have some wonder in your life, makes life the fascinating thing it always was.

  3. Anita Holmes says:

    Pearl I LIKE the way you think. But can’t imagine you, in any existence, in jail! I especially like the analogy of sheets on the line, the wind now and then jiggling them just enough that they intersect. When considering alternate realities, I often think of Hebrews 8:12: “. . . and I shall not remember their sins again. … For I will be merciful to their iniquities, And their sins will I remember no more.”

    Of course, this is in reference to a person repenting of wrongdoing. But, believing God incapable of lying, when He says he’ll remember our sins no more, 1) I take Him at His word!!! and 2) then if this is so, have we not, by our actions, actually rewritten our life story, and possibly joined or refined our reality to that of another wherein we didn’t make the poor choice to begin with? I know, deep stuff. Like you, I do like the idea of always having some wonder in our lives!!!

  4. Vivek narain says:

    Can’t tell about time slips,but i’m sure time is always slipping me by, so now i make direct approach and more often than not i succeed.

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