Your Most Mysterious Experience

[mistermack]

I was waiting for a bus one day. A double decker turned up. Sat down. No shit it was a single decker on the inside. Tardis bus. Cannot explain this. Hadn't been drinking - really with it in mind spirit and body.

Were you upstairs or downstairs?

[cronus]

I was waiting for a bus one day. A double decker turned up. Sat down. No shit it was a single decker on the inside. Tardis bus. Cannot explain this. Hadn't been drinking - really with it in mind spirit and body.

Were you upstairs or downstairs?

There were no stairs.

[mistermack]

My second most mysterious experience was me killing someone and hiding their body in a hedge.
I spent the whole morning in deep depression, worrying about what I'd done, and getting caught and spending years in prison.
I decided to move the body to a better hiding place, but I couldn't remember which hedge it was in, or where.
That confused me, as you would think if you'd killed someone, you would know exactly where you'd thrown the body. I sat down, and tried to work it out. The more I thought, the less clear it became, and after a bit, it dawned on me that I must have dreamed it, and woke up still believing it had happened.
The relief was unbelievable. I must have woke so gradually, the dream didn't end. Or something like that.
Nothing like it has ever happened since. That was forty years ago.

[mistermack]

I was waiting for a bus one day. A double decker turned up. Sat down. No shit it was a single decker on the inside. Tardis bus. Cannot explain this. Hadn't been drinking - really with it in mind spirit and body.

Were you upstairs or downstairs?

There were no stairs.

Definitely a single decker then. You probably substituted a memory of a double decker arriving into your mind, and believed that it had just happened. It could have been from the day before, or a week before.

[cronus]

I figure it all goes back to a meal with this Italian lass, who laced it with Angel Dust (PCP) for fun.