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1997 Missing time of 11 whole days
It was another ordinary Friday night at home. I rarely went out much to socialise on a weekend. It was getting late so I decided to go to bed. Everything was normal and eventually I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up. I did not remember recalling any dreams that night despite how well I slept. I suddenly sat up in bed as I remembered at some point in the night I had experienced something odd. All I remember is it is a Saturday now.
I got up out of bed and proceeded to the bathroom then went to the kitchen and made mysrlf a cup of coffee. My cousin, Lynton, who was also my flatmate, had been awake for a few hours. It was around 1PM now. I asked him if he had any plans for today (being Saturday). Lynton said it was Wednesday not Saturday. I said No, its Saturday. We argued somewhat for a few minutes over what day it was, and then it hit me......at some point between when I went to bed and got up just before 1PM I felt the deepest inner knowledge of missing time happening to me,and in the process lost 11 days of my life. I knew instinctively and with all my Being I'd lost exactly 11 days. I couldn't explain it. I couldn't figure out where the missing 11 days went to. I did not recollect having any UFO encounter, or being visited by aliens or anything like that.
I asked Lynton if I had been around for the passed week and he said yes. I asked again, to put the question differently...to get a more exact answer. I asked him if he had seen me during the passed 11 days and again he said yes. Now I am just confused. How can a Saturday become a Wednesday 11 days later and me not know about it if I was here and didn't go anywhere? I don't remember any of what happened during those 11 missing days, not even ten seconds of it.
I said to Lynton that the only way I am going to come to terms with this properly is I will go for a walk into town. If its a Saturday then only a few shops will be open. If it is a Wednesday then all the shops will be open. So I got ready to go out.
It was around 3PM when I started walking into town. It was only a 15 minute walk to the CBD area of Tenterfield. The closer I got to the CBD area the more vehicles I heard and saw. Once I got to the main street I saw cars everywhere, and at first glance I thought the shops were closed. Then I saw people going into shops and coming out of shops. I stopped and just observed what everyone was doing. My first reaction was someone was pulling a prank on me, and it involved everyone-including tourists. Then I thought why would people do that as I'm not a popular person in Tenterfield, and very few people actually talk to me.
Several times during my 5 minute walk through the CBD area of Tenterfield I had to stop walking and get a grip on reality. A million thoughts went through my head. Nearing the Newsagency I momentarily stopped walking and went into shock. Someone came up to me and touched me on the arm or shoulder, and asked me if I was alright. I said I was fine, and that I just forgot where I was going for a few seconds. I knew that I could find out exactly what date it was, so I headed into the Newsagency and picked up a newspaper...The Tenterfield Star. The Tenterfield Star gets printed everyday of the week, except Sunday. The newspaper said it was indeed a Wednesday......but I didn't read what the exact date was on the newspaper. I put the newspaper down and walked back out onto the footpath. I didn't know what to do next. I think I just walked the streets, dumbfounded and still in shock, and eventually I went home.
The following 4-7 days was really hard for me to cope with but it did get easier by each passing day. I knew I had lost 11 days of my life, yet I had no-one to tell it to. I couldn't tell Lynton as he always mocked me for any good reason. I decided to just live with it and just move on. If I didn't move on it would just make things awkward. Eventually I felt okay again and I'd reprogrammed my brain and biological clock with the new date.
The next morning I woke up. I did not remember recalling any dreams that night despite how well I slept. I suddenly sat up in bed as I remembered at some point in the night I had experienced something odd. All I remember is it is a Saturday now.
I got up out of bed and proceeded to the bathroom then went to the kitchen and made mysrlf a cup of coffee. My cousin, Lynton, who was also my flatmate, had been awake for a few hours. It was around 1PM now. I asked him if he had any plans for today (being Saturday). Lynton said it was Wednesday not Saturday. I said No, its Saturday. We argued somewhat for a few minutes over what day it was, and then it hit me......at some point between when I went to bed and got up just before 1PM I felt the deepest inner knowledge of missing time happening to me,and in the process lost 11 days of my life. I knew instinctively and with all my Being I'd lost exactly 11 days. I couldn't explain it. I couldn't figure out where the missing 11 days went to. I did not recollect having any UFO encounter, or being visited by aliens or anything like that.
I asked Lynton if I had been around for the passed week and he said yes. I asked again, to put the question differently...to get a more exact answer. I asked him if he had seen me during the passed 11 days and again he said yes. Now I am just confused. How can a Saturday become a Wednesday 11 days later and me not know about it if I was here and didn't go anywhere? I don't remember any of what happened during those 11 missing days, not even ten seconds of it.
I said to Lynton that the only way I am going to come to terms with this properly is I will go for a walk into town. If its a Saturday then only a few shops will be open. If it is a Wednesday then all the shops will be open. So I got ready to go out.
It was around 3PM when I started walking into town. It was only a 15 minute walk to the CBD area of Tenterfield. The closer I got to the CBD area the more vehicles I heard and saw. Once I got to the main street I saw cars everywhere, and at first glance I thought the shops were closed. Then I saw people going into shops and coming out of shops. I stopped and just observed what everyone was doing. My first reaction was someone was pulling a prank on me, and it involved everyone-including tourists. Then I thought why would people do that as I'm not a popular person in Tenterfield, and very few people actually talk to me.
Several times during my 5 minute walk through the CBD area of Tenterfield I had to stop walking and get a grip on reality. A million thoughts went through my head. Nearing the Newsagency I momentarily stopped walking and went into shock. Someone came up to me and touched me on the arm or shoulder, and asked me if I was alright. I said I was fine, and that I just forgot where I was going for a few seconds. I knew that I could find out exactly what date it was, so I headed into the Newsagency and picked up a newspaper...The Tenterfield Star. The Tenterfield Star gets printed everyday of the week, except Sunday. The newspaper said it was indeed a Wednesday......but I didn't read what the exact date was on the newspaper. I put the newspaper down and walked back out onto the footpath. I didn't know what to do next. I think I just walked the streets, dumbfounded and still in shock, and eventually I went home.
The following 4-7 days was really hard for me to cope with but it did get easier by each passing day. I knew I had lost 11 days of my life, yet I had no-one to tell it to. I couldn't tell Lynton as he always mocked me for any good reason. I decided to just live with it and just move on. If I didn't move on it would just make things awkward. Eventually I felt okay again and I'd reprogrammed my brain and biological clock with the new date.
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