What is the most bizarre experience you've had in public?

Actually, I was too mad for years to think about the fact I was talking to a dead man in public. He told me to tell my sisters and his cousin, who was married to one of my sisters, he was fine, I did ask why he was fine. I didn't know he was sick. It had been a while since I had seen him so we just chatted a while, then I said I had to go because I had to buy groceries, I did the grocery buying for my mom. So, he told me to pass the message of being fine, so I left, but I know I touched him it a habit around our parts so, he seems solid to me. I didn't expect to see all of them when I got home, they were not expected at that time, so I did what John told me and thought nothing of it until they called me a liar, that set me off, I don't lie because I just don't do it never necessary except in minor things like is this spot pimp to noticeable, oh, if is fine, sort of a trick on words really.

The point is the way they said that to me got me made because they said I must have been talking to someone else, really as if I didn't know him, I had known him for a year, hard to mix him up with someone else that favorited he was missing one of his arms that got cut off as a child. They then told me why I could not have seen him, that he had died three months before, well, I said, he was in town today, it still did not hit my brain that what they were saying and who I was talking to fit. I just walked off mad, it was over a year before it dawned on me, John was dead and I was talking to him, and people were walking on the street also, they didn't seem to look at me funny but you never can tell, if they have also seen him because they did not know or didn't know he was dead.

When my husband died, I saw him, I didn't know he had died while I went to get a phone to call for help, he was walking and I was afraid he would fall but after I could see him anymore, I got kind of up and went to where he had been and he had died. He is walking straight and not at all weak-looking though, I was just a bit panicking. Well, one thing is for sure, he looks better than he was before he passed.
My husband didn't talk to me, he was looking at something else. I don't know what or where but he went there, just there one few yards and gone.

Bizarre story overload, time for a late night snack and an afghan covered cot.

Peace and love Peeps, stay safe and sane. I mean, safe.

Aside from the completely wicked, jacked up story, why have I always thought you were a man, lmao. Or was he, and you're assuming his profile? Just askin for a friend.... It is GLP tho, anything goes, lol.

Seriously though, wow.

I'm a Trance-Medium, but it still fucks me sideways when people experience them in solid form, just can't wrap my mind around that shit.

Actually, I was too mad for years to think about the fact I was talking to a dead man in public. He told me to tell my sisters and his cousin, who was married to one of my sisters, he was fine, I did ask why he was fine. I didn't know he was sick. It had been a while since I had seen him so we just chatted a while, then I said I had to go because I had to buy groceries, I did the grocery buying for my mom. So, he told me to pass the message of being fine, so I left, but I know I touched him it a habit around our parts so, he seems solid to me. I didn't expect to see all of them when I got home, they were not expected at that time, so I did what John told me and thought nothing of it until they called me a liar, that set me off, I don't lie because I just don't do it never necessary except in minor things like is this spot pimp to noticeable, oh, if is fine, sort of a trick on words really.

The point is the way they said that to me got me made because they said I must have been talking to someone else, really as if I didn't know him, I had known him for a year, hard to mix him up with someone else that favorited he was missing one of his arms that got cut off as a child. They then told me why I could not have seen him, that he had died three months before, well, I said, he was in town today, it still did not hit my brain that what they were saying and who I was talking to fit. I just walked off mad, it was over a year before it dawned on me, John was dead and I was talking to him, and people were walking on the street also, they didn't seem to look at me funny but you never can tell, if they have also seen him because they did not know or didn't know he was dead.

When my husband died, I saw him, I didn't know he had died while I went to get a phone to call for help, he was walking and I was afraid he would fall but after I could see him anymore, I got kind of up and went to where he had been and he had died. He is walking straight and not at all weak-looking though, I was just a bit panicking. Well, one thing is for sure, he looks better than he was before he passed.
My husband didn't talk to me, he was looking at something else. I don't know what or where but he went there, just there one few yards and gone.

Aside from the completely wicked, jacked up story, why have I always thought you were a man, lmao. Or was he, and you're assuming his profile? Just askin for a friend.... It is GLP tho, anything goes, lol.

Seriously though, wow.

I'm a Trance-Medium, but it still fucks me sideways when people experience them in solid form, just can't wrap my mind around that shit.

OP never came back after teh first post, apparently this was a data mine, but whatever, I've enjoyed your company and incredible stories nonetheless, lol.

Brought the customer his check for dinner in a nice steak house I worked in and he died of a heart attack . It appeared he was trying to get me in anger but it was the heart attack. He not angry. He was just having a heart attack. Nothing to do with me.

For me, it was using the San Francisco subway about 4 years ago. In the station, there were needles all over the place and aggressive heroin addicts would yell at me and try to get in my face while I was trying to buy a ticket. I saw a couple of people shouting at them to leave them the fuck alone. I walked down a hallway and there was this small Asian lady yelling at the heroin addicts who were laying around/passed out "Do you monkeys want bananas? You give black people a bad name." I remember her using the N word a couple of times too. It was both scary and strange.

Whoa, you weren't really clear there RW, you sayin he and/or you thought you caused his HA? Was his date a propect in the whole fiasco, maybe he was cheating or got in over his head, lol.

Anyway, I'm confused, not permanently, just until you tell the rest of the story.

Brought the customer his check for dinner in a nice steak house I worked in and he died of a heart attack . It appeared he was trying to get me in anger but it was the heart attack. He not angry. He was just having a heart attack. Nothing to do with me.

Uhmmm, it's a data mining thread and I was the only one first and willing to read and comment on other members memories, jealous much ya lil piss-ant, soi boy?

Go back to the basement, or grow a pair kid, not our fault you couldn't add up enough to share.

He was with his son and wife and daughter or the son's wife. It was a table of four. He had the awesome steak with gourmet Mac and cheese instead of a potato side. The Mac and cheese in that place was the bomb. He may have had a glass of red wine and dessert. That's what it was all about. Upselling and I was one of the top sellers of all things good. It freaked me out cos I thought he was mad at me. Maybe he was? It literally went like I handed him the check. The son wanted it but the father had got to me before dinner and said bring me the check. So I did . He looked at it... Stood up with arm going out towards me with the check in it. I did not know it was a heart attack. I ran to the kitchen going the wrong way he fell before I got there so I called 911. There was a Dr in the house. On recall, I don't think he died right there. The Dr administered to him. The ambulance arrived. Those cocksuckers scolded me for going the wrong way in the kitchen. You know people really don't care.