Rolfe
Adult human female
If someone else told me this, I wouldn't believe it. It's only because it happened to me that I'm still puzzling at it.
Many years ago, when I was at school, we had a Biology teacher called Mr. Brodie. One day we had Biology last period in the afternoon, and we were learning about the cabbage white butterfly. Near the end of the lesson Mr. Brodie told us about something called the ichneumon fly, which lays its eggs in the butterfly's chrysalis so it hatches ichneumon flies and not butterflies. Then the bell rang, and as schoolkids do, we stampeded for the door.
Next morning (not first thing, but before lunch) we had Biology again. Mr. Brodie started the lesson by asking, "Can anyone tell me about natural predators of the cabbage white?" I assumed he was checking to see if we'd been awake the previous afternoon, and as I remembered it perfectly well, I stuck my hand up. I was kind of surprised that mine was the only hand that went up, but I was that sort of kid.
I simply regurgitated everything I remembered him saying about the ichneumon fly, wondering vaguely why he looked so surprised. When I finished, he said "Where did you learn all that?"
"You told us yourself yesterday afternoon," I replied. At this point I simply assumed that he'd got further than he realised in his lesson plan, and had forgotten that he'd told us about that parasitic fly thing.
I looked round the class, expecting a reasonable number of other pupils to back me up on this. (This was a very high-level selective school, and the top stream of Biology pupils - SOMEBODY else had to have been awake. There were some very bright kids in that class.) Whole room full of blank stares. Not one person backed me up, in fact they were all quite adamant (some of the little swots even referring to notes) that he hadn't mentioned the damn fly.
Mr. Brodie just looked completely baffled, as if he thought I was playing some weird trick he couldn't quite figure, muttered something about "Well, the ichneumon fly - what she said," and went on with the rest of the lesson. None of the other pupils wanted to talk about it. I think they thought I'd read it up in a book and was trying to be clever.
Except - I really did have a very clear memory of Mr. Brodie sitting on the edge of his desk telling us all about the ichneumon fly, the previous afternoon.
Now it wasn't clairvoyance, because Mr. Brodie never did do that in the end. He just validated that what I'd said was correct, and went on. The rest of the class learned about the ichneumon fly from ME.
Did I slide from one universe to another that evening, one in which the only difference was that in the new universe he hadn't got quite as far on with his lesson plan? Look, this is nuts.
The only rational explanation I've ever been given is that I dreamed the entire incident. All I can say is that I don't think I did. I don't often remember dreams at all, and I can only remember a very few (particularly frightening) dreams from longer ago than a few weeks. And I know very well they were dreams. That classroom incident was like no dream I ever had.
Much, much later, after discussing this with the friend who suggested the dream explanation, it occurred to me that the only source of information I had ever had for the truth about the ichneumon fly as a biological organism was my (apparently false) memory of Mr. Brodie telling us about it, and my subsequent retelling of that. So I looked it up in a book (a book I did not possess at the time of this incident - it was one I acquired at university). There it was. I'd even got the spelling right. In the book, the parasitised organism was said to be a beetle larva in a tree, not a cabbage white butterfly, but the details of the parasitism were pretty much correct.
OK. I dreamed it all. But I didn't.
Rolfe.
Many years ago, when I was at school, we had a Biology teacher called Mr. Brodie. One day we had Biology last period in the afternoon, and we were learning about the cabbage white butterfly. Near the end of the lesson Mr. Brodie told us about something called the ichneumon fly, which lays its eggs in the butterfly's chrysalis so it hatches ichneumon flies and not butterflies. Then the bell rang, and as schoolkids do, we stampeded for the door.
Next morning (not first thing, but before lunch) we had Biology again. Mr. Brodie started the lesson by asking, "Can anyone tell me about natural predators of the cabbage white?" I assumed he was checking to see if we'd been awake the previous afternoon, and as I remembered it perfectly well, I stuck my hand up. I was kind of surprised that mine was the only hand that went up, but I was that sort of kid.
I simply regurgitated everything I remembered him saying about the ichneumon fly, wondering vaguely why he looked so surprised. When I finished, he said "Where did you learn all that?"
"You told us yourself yesterday afternoon," I replied. At this point I simply assumed that he'd got further than he realised in his lesson plan, and had forgotten that he'd told us about that parasitic fly thing.
I looked round the class, expecting a reasonable number of other pupils to back me up on this. (This was a very high-level selective school, and the top stream of Biology pupils - SOMEBODY else had to have been awake. There were some very bright kids in that class.) Whole room full of blank stares. Not one person backed me up, in fact they were all quite adamant (some of the little swots even referring to notes) that he hadn't mentioned the damn fly.
Mr. Brodie just looked completely baffled, as if he thought I was playing some weird trick he couldn't quite figure, muttered something about "Well, the ichneumon fly - what she said," and went on with the rest of the lesson. None of the other pupils wanted to talk about it. I think they thought I'd read it up in a book and was trying to be clever.
Except - I really did have a very clear memory of Mr. Brodie sitting on the edge of his desk telling us all about the ichneumon fly, the previous afternoon.
Now it wasn't clairvoyance, because Mr. Brodie never did do that in the end. He just validated that what I'd said was correct, and went on. The rest of the class learned about the ichneumon fly from ME.
Did I slide from one universe to another that evening, one in which the only difference was that in the new universe he hadn't got quite as far on with his lesson plan? Look, this is nuts.
The only rational explanation I've ever been given is that I dreamed the entire incident. All I can say is that I don't think I did. I don't often remember dreams at all, and I can only remember a very few (particularly frightening) dreams from longer ago than a few weeks. And I know very well they were dreams. That classroom incident was like no dream I ever had.
Much, much later, after discussing this with the friend who suggested the dream explanation, it occurred to me that the only source of information I had ever had for the truth about the ichneumon fly as a biological organism was my (apparently false) memory of Mr. Brodie telling us about it, and my subsequent retelling of that. So I looked it up in a book (a book I did not possess at the time of this incident - it was one I acquired at university). There it was. I'd even got the spelling right. In the book, the parasitised organism was said to be a beetle larva in a tree, not a cabbage white butterfly, but the details of the parasitism were pretty much correct.
OK. I dreamed it all. But I didn't.
Rolfe.