A few nights ago, I woke in the wee hours of the night with a powerful thirst that could not wait until morning. I hate getting up in the middle of the night, especially when I have a good sleep going, but I opened my mouth and a tumbleweed actually rolled out onto my pillow. That’s how dry I was, so I pretty much had to get up.
Anyway, I rose from my warm comfortable bed growling and grumbling and groggy, and doing many other things that start with ‘gr’, and I headed for the kitchen for an ice cold bottle of water. Lately I’ve kept cases of bottled water in my fridge, due to a World Cup soccer practice mix-up that I won’t go into here. It’s just too gruesome. Suffice to say, the Mexican national team got many beers and had a very fun practice when they came to Houston, and I was left with several cases of water and a few cases of Powerade.
But as I stumbled out of my bedroom without turning on any lights, eyes half closed, I tried to watch where I was going, because I didn’t want to do one of those “pinky toe, meet the coffee table†things. You know, one of those minor bumps with a piece of furniture that nonetheless feels like your lower leg has been shoved into wood chipper. So I kept my admittedly blurred vision on the floorboards in front of me.
Well, when I came out of my bedroom and into the dark living room, I saw something unusual. The section of the floor that I crossed, from the bedroom to the living room, only takes about four steps, but as I walked on my way to get a drink that night, those four steps lit up! That’s right. Each time my foot touched the floor, the floor around my foot creaked a bit and lit up! Think the old Michael Jackson video for “Billy Jeanâ€, where the sidewalk lights up with each of his steps. That’s what my apartment floor did.
In my half conscious state, I just let go an amused chuff, and continued to get my drink. Upon returning to bed, crossing the same section of floor, each of my three or four steps once more lit up. Another amused chuff, and I collapsed back into bed, ready to return to my pornographic dreams.
But as I was getting comfortable again, it dawned on me that I had just experienced something unusual --- twice. And though I thought it interesting, I was too tired to get up again and to try to explain what had happened. I was soon asleep.
When I got home last night, I remembered my trip to the refrigerator, and decided to try to figure out what had happened. So I drew the blinds in the living room, turned all the lights off, and traced the same path as before.
I laughed at what I discovered. The cause of my strange experience was anything but unusual, but I could see how a person might be fooled into thinking something paranormal was taking place.
Anyone want to venture a guess about the true nature of my path of illumination?
Anyway, I rose from my warm comfortable bed growling and grumbling and groggy, and doing many other things that start with ‘gr’, and I headed for the kitchen for an ice cold bottle of water. Lately I’ve kept cases of bottled water in my fridge, due to a World Cup soccer practice mix-up that I won’t go into here. It’s just too gruesome. Suffice to say, the Mexican national team got many beers and had a very fun practice when they came to Houston, and I was left with several cases of water and a few cases of Powerade.
But as I stumbled out of my bedroom without turning on any lights, eyes half closed, I tried to watch where I was going, because I didn’t want to do one of those “pinky toe, meet the coffee table†things. You know, one of those minor bumps with a piece of furniture that nonetheless feels like your lower leg has been shoved into wood chipper. So I kept my admittedly blurred vision on the floorboards in front of me.
Well, when I came out of my bedroom and into the dark living room, I saw something unusual. The section of the floor that I crossed, from the bedroom to the living room, only takes about four steps, but as I walked on my way to get a drink that night, those four steps lit up! That’s right. Each time my foot touched the floor, the floor around my foot creaked a bit and lit up! Think the old Michael Jackson video for “Billy Jeanâ€, where the sidewalk lights up with each of his steps. That’s what my apartment floor did.
In my half conscious state, I just let go an amused chuff, and continued to get my drink. Upon returning to bed, crossing the same section of floor, each of my three or four steps once more lit up. Another amused chuff, and I collapsed back into bed, ready to return to my pornographic dreams.
But as I was getting comfortable again, it dawned on me that I had just experienced something unusual --- twice. And though I thought it interesting, I was too tired to get up again and to try to explain what had happened. I was soon asleep.
When I got home last night, I remembered my trip to the refrigerator, and decided to try to figure out what had happened. So I drew the blinds in the living room, turned all the lights off, and traced the same path as before.
I laughed at what I discovered. The cause of my strange experience was anything but unusual, but I could see how a person might be fooled into thinking something paranormal was taking place.
Anyone want to venture a guess about the true nature of my path of illumination?
