I used to love these threads on reddit. I’ll go first.
This one is kinda mundane and is most likely a hypnogogic/pompic hallucination but it used to happen A LOT when I was younger and I kinda realised earlier that it’s been a long time since I last noticed it.
So from about the onset of puberty till my early mid twenties, at least a few times a month I’d be falling asleep, drifting in and out of sleep, or even woken up by- my bed shaking.
Usually it was a steady-ish rumble, almost like being on a train, but like 1/10 times I’d wake up to my bed rocking like someone was shaking it.
It scared me a few times when it was particularly violent, but as I freeze up when scared I’d just be lying there terrified, wondering why the fuck this was happening and hoping the bed didn’t start squeaking. Usually when this shaking happened though it was just a thing I noticed, filed away as a curiosity, and tried to go back to sleep.
This happened in probably every place I lived (which was a lot of places as I was moving like 2 or 3 times a year most years from about 11 till 16, then less so as I got older) and mostly around the south east of England. And I very rarely lived on a main road with heavy vehicles on it or by railways either, so it wasn’t environmental. We do get the occasional very minor earthquake here every ten years or so, and it’s a similar feeling!
I was invited to an Automatic Writing class.
For anyone not familiar: You relax, do a little meditation, and put pen to paper. You think about what you want to ask, and watch as your hand writes the advice or answer your spirit guides need you to see.
That’s the story at least. We could debate the forces involved, but that’s how it was presented to me.
I went in with an open mind and followed the directions. After about a half hour of nothing, I decided to give it a test. I spotted a fruit bowl in the other room, I could see that there was fruit in it, but I couldn’t tell how much, so I asked how many pieces of fruit are in the fruit bowl. My pen slid across the page and down. Clearly, I had drawn a seven. I went over and checked the bowl and there were exactly 7 pieces of fruit in the bowl.
I later also asked if a promotion that I was sure I was going to get, was going to be good for me, and I wrote “nonononononono” which I thought was nonsense at the time. About a week later, I did not get that promotion, but because I didn’t get that job, I was able to take another, better position that opened up at a location much closer to my home.
I can’t explain it, but it’s all true.
The promotion thing is a fun one to ponder on, like you (probably?) could not have known to even make an educated guess about the other job, so unless you’re prone to self sabotage, that was a pretty cool ‘prediction’.
I tried automatic writing a few times in my teens, I think I was doing it wrong though as I was just letting words flow stream of consciousness style in shorthand or typing, and it mostly just produced a bunch of poorly written trauma dumping or half baked ideas for short stories, lmao.