strange encounter

>info from a six year old proves ANYTHING

>info from a six year old, retold 20 plus years later is even more valid

sound legit

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>>17028893
Shit, OP, you met the Power Rangers and were too chicken to appreciate it? Go an hero.

>>17028893
>I've never had an active imagination

Except when you were a kid. Stop bullshitting. Every one was a kid, and every kid has an active imagination. You're no exception.

Honestly, this was probably a dream you had that you are remembering as a real life memory. Or it was, perhaps, something you saw on TV that you believed happened to you as a kid in memories.

Kids do this shit all the time. They will say that they were a fish under the sea swimming around after they watch Finding Nemo. Or they'll say that they saw a creepy dead body after watching a scary movie.

OR it was a legit memory and they were just dummies or something

>>17028893
>I assure you all I was not dreaming nor do I have, or ever had an active imagination.
Defensive?! I'm not being defensive! YOU'RE being defensive!

>>17028996
Only logical explanation I can see.

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>>17028893
>each one had a different hue

>>17028893
I have vivid memories of being 2 years old. I told my mother once of things I remember and described the surroundings and she'd say "oh, that was when we went to Chicago to see your uncle." Things where if I didn't vividly remember, there would be no way to describe accurately where we were, what things looked like, even the clothes we wore and the color of the cars we rode in.

I believe you OP. I have memories of things that would be considered "paranormal", myself. Things I remember vividly yet, now that I'm much older, have no one to ask about. I had memories of being and youngish (mid 20s) southern white man when I was very young (I'm black and almost 40 now). There were many times when I'd speak of things I did "when I was white". My parents would respond angrily so I stopped talking about it. I remembered those young times when I was 16 and by the time I thought myself brave enough to ask my mom about it, she'd become very sick and passed away shortly afterward.

Sometimes we think we get smarter and wiser as we get older. Many times, that simply isn't true. We're pure and open when we are young. Our lack of purity as adults and ridicule from others when even only describing memories keeps us from opening ourselves to others. It's quite a shame. We could go so far if only we all had better understandings of ourselves.

>>17028905
Open your mind, you are blind.

>>17030046
Shhhh what the fuck, you are rustling all the sleeping jimmies here.

I'm Gonna say a Dream that's been in my journal since high school. This is directly from my journal.

Sort of woke up. It was a really hazy wake up. Everything was all blended together. What I was looking at was a human looking thing. It was defiantly a human shape. But what was weird about it was that when u saw the man, I thought of the color violet. The image of the violet flower was in my mind. That's why I was so confused looking at him. He walked out. Then my mom walked in. She woke me up in real life as well but it was really hazy.

Any ideas? I haven't forgot about it since then.