I remember a day that I missed the bus. I spent the whole day at home watching TV or doing my homework. ( I sometimes was lazy and didn't do my homework until my lunch time. ) The next day I went to school and a neighbour of mine asked me about something he talked about to me the previous day in school. I told him that I didn't talk to him the previous day in school because I had missed the bus. He told me that I couldn't have missed teh bus that day because I was on it. He should know, he saw me! I told him that I watched a lot of TV that day and told him what programs I saw. ( We only had 3 channels to watch. Two Canadian English and One American. The French Canadian stations weren't interesting. ) He accepted the explanation that I stayed at home but couldn't account for talking to me during our lunch wave. I didn't understand why he thought that he talked to me during our lunch wave. A few days later, I had a dream that I was waiting for the bus at my bus stop. It stopped on a back road that ran behind our house where it picked up the neighbour that I talked to a quarter of a mile before. I knew it was a dream. I got on the bus and went to school. ( I had many stupid dreams of going to school, even after I had graduated university. ) I was in class and told myself that it was boring and since it was a dream, I could wake up whenever I wanted to. I didn't wake up. I went to the next class and the next. All completely boring. The one thing that I do remember is that I forgot all my books at home. I didn't even have anything to write notes down with. No pen or paper. I had to borrow everything. I usually never borrowed anything. When I had my last class of the morning, I went to lunch and found that I didn't bring anything with me and I had no money to pay for the cafeteria lunch. I walked around the halls in hunger and my neighbour came up to me and asked me what was wrong. I told him that I had forgot everything at home that day and didn't even have lunch. We talked about different classes and I confessed to him that it was all a dream and I was going to wake up sometime and it will be all over. He thought this a bit weird and hoped that my view was the correct one because he hadn't done his homework for the next class. I kept hoping that the dream would stop and I would wake up in bed. No such luck. I went to all the afternoon classes and even had phys-ed. ( No taking notes though I had always hated it. ) I finished my day and found that since I had no books with me, I didn't have to take them home. When I got off the bus, I woke up! I never made it into the house. I got dressed and went to school that day more prepared. When I met my neighbour, I told him about my dream. He said that I acted funny all day that day. He even commented on my being hungry since I didn't take my lunch with me. ( I rarely did that. Lunch was the only time that I was always good at doing something; eating. )

Another time I waited for the bus and it was late. Over an hour late. When I got off the bus, I went to my classes like normal. I had missed my first two classes. The teachers never missed me because the morning roll call included me! I had missed it and yet the teacher, and some of the students, distinctly remember me being in the early morning classes. Who was it in those classes?

That's really interesting. I can't get out of my head the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip where Calvin makes a duplicate and sends him to school instead. Sounds like some kind of doppleganger.

Then why did I dream of the whole day? I can understand a duplicate of me running around. That is easier to understand than reliving a whole boring school day.

I know your opinion of me Kirin-rex. I saw your posts in "Is This site Turning Into a Joke?" topic. Don't worry. I'm not offended. I once thought my life was sort of a joke that somebody played on me too. All the crazy things that have happened to me didn't seem possible compared to what is supposed to be normal. I have since changed my opinion of that. I know who I am. Do you? I don't mean your name either. The Vorlons of Babylon 5 always asked the question. "WHO ARE YOU?" The Shadows asked " WHAT DO YOU WANT?" The Oldest being in the galaxy asked " WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" There are no satisfactory answers to these questions when they are asked in this way. I know the answer to all three questions when asked about myself. Do you know the answers when asked about you?

Sorry, Freestone. I mean no offense. Actually, your account here intrigues me. It's interesting to me because I read a similar account of a man who dreamed of visiting a town he had never been before. He remembered the name of the town from his dream and decided to visit. When he got there, not only was it the same as his dream, but everyone claimed he had been there recently and they remembered his name.

Now, of course, this might be just a story, but it's interesting.

I do think your posts are far out, but I do not think you're being dishonest. On the contrary, I assume that you're experiencing a dimension of existence that most of us do not venture into. I've said something similar in your posts.

Again, Freestone, let me say it properly. I'm sorry. I should not disparage you just because your experiences are different from my own. Welcome.

But do you know who YOU are? This is not a trivial question! I'm not knocking you or anything like that. I'm just asking you, do you KNOW who YOU are? This will escape the everyday ordinary person. They will all claim that their name is who they are. It's too bad that many people don't really know who they are. I guess it's the price we have to pay to live in the material world. We define ourselves with material things. We lose sight of who we are. My memories help me define who I am and they say one thing. I'm definitely different!

That's very perceptive, actually.

Reminds me of something in the book "The Pleasure of Finding Things Out" by the physicist Richard Feynman.

He said when he was a boy, his father took him to a kind of camp with cabins and such.