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‘This is perhaps one of my earliest memories in life, however brief. I was very young at this time – I estimate around four years old – based on where we lived, which was the *** neighborhood of ***. As the memory goes, I was in the living room which had a large, rectangular front-facing window with a walkway outside it which led to the front door. At the time, I was on the couch, watching the television when I saw out of the window a flash of red pass by. I thought this was my father (who traveled for work at the time) coming home, but when the door never opened, I leapt up from the couch to ask my mother if my dad was home from work and she said, ‘No’. She wanted to know why I asked and I told her about the figure that I had seen go by the window in a flash of red. Knowing then that it wasn’t my father, I immediately believed that I had seen (what my child’s mind termed) ‘The Bogey Man’, and I have remembered the experience ever since (and it is not the only unusual occurrence, just the earliest). As an adult, when I revisited this story with my mother, she had no memory of its happening, but she did tell me that that house was not mundane, in her opinion. More than once, she said, she would leave rooms with chores partially done only to return and find that they had been worked upon including the partial unloading of the dishwasher, with all the dishes set on the counter and another time with laundry folded after she left and returned to the room a few minutes later. I have had experiences under several circumstances, but mostly (insofar as I can tell) it has less to do with what I am doing/feeling, and more to do with my state of mind regardless of my circumstances. To be specific, it happens most often when I allow my mind the space and un-focus, if you will, to simply meander. It often happens if I am walking, ‘thinking of nothing in particular’ as they say, that I will hear music or chimes that others do not hear. I also, strangely, see bubbles. Not several at a time, just one – which has happened several times throughout my life. It is memorable because who sees just ONE bubble with no others around? I have had uncountable experiences via dreaming (which I have a propensity for)