Dimensional Time Shift Stories

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TIME TRAVELLER




As they passed the car slowly to its left, L.C., who was in the passenger's seat, noticed the driver of the car was a young woman dressed in what appeared to be 1940 vintage clothing. This was 1969 and a young woman wearing a hat complete with a long colored feather and a fur coat was, to say the least, a bit unusual.

A young woman from 1940 driving a car? Not bloody likely.

More than likely actually - in England women drove cars, worked in factory making weapons, flew planes, did the jobs thent traditionally associated with men - because we were at war.

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TIME TRAVELLER




As they passed the car slowly to its left, L.C., who was in the passenger's seat, noticed the driver of the car was a young woman dressed in what appeared to be 1940 vintage clothing. This was 1969 and a young woman wearing a hat complete with a long colored feather and a fur coat was, to say the least, a bit unusual.

A young woman from 1940 driving a car? Not bloody likely.

More than likely actually - in England women drove cars, worked in factory making weapons, flew planes, did the jobs thent traditionally associated with men - because we were at war.

Gender and the Automobile in the United States
http://www.history.ac.uk/reviews/review/748

Eat My Dust Early Women Motorists
http://www.autolife.umd.umich.edu/Gende ... rview2.htm

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A probably not very original thought has just occured to me (as they do, but not very often) - I wonder if déjà vu is a form of time dilation/shift (or whatever you want to call it) - a future memory being recalled about what you are doing in the now.

Actually never thought of it your way, ..always thought of deja vu as coming from dreams or other lifetimes. You may have something there

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Distorted Time
by Nicola

This strange thing happened to me on March 15, 2004. I finished work at 4:00 p.m. and was waiting at the top of a side street to cross both lanes of traffic to get onto the main road. There's always quite a long wait there, and there was again that day. I was looking left at the oncoming traffic, when all the cars that were traveling at the usual speed suddenly slowed simultaneously. It wasn't like they were slowing to stop for something either. It was like time had slowed or stretched. So I glanced right and saw the traffic was traveling at the usual speed. I looked left again and the cars were still moving in slow motion. Then all of a sudden the cars surged forward as if breaking free and everything was normal again. I sat there for a little while, missing a couple of opportunities to pull onto the main road, wondering what I'd just witnessed.

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The Bad House
by Gabe

My mother met my stepfather in 1993. From that moment on, I rarely saw my mother again. She had quickly agreed to move in to his place, and when I finally saw the property, I could understand why she loved it there. It was originally a stone lodge built by a wealthy shoe factory owner, and my stepfather had landscaped and added onto it making it one large estate on the top of a hill. Although I knew my mother liked it, I was more apprehensive about leaving our cozy townhouse to go live in a stone fortress out in the boondocks.

The day my mother moved in, I got the impression that something was as unhappy about the move as I was. A string of shattering events was to follow. Literally. Glasses in the cupboard shattered for no apparent reason. A glass shelf broke in the curio cabinet. As my mother was walking through the large stone living room, the glass globe from one of the chandeliers broke over her head. The whole place was as eerie as you could get. We had met the previous owner of the house while out antiquing one day. She then related to us the unfortunate events that surrounded the house and it's owners. One owner hung himself. A couple of different owners went bankrupt. One couple who owned the property died in a plane crash. Apparently, anyone who owned the house either became destitute or died. The house was either evil incarnate, or just a really bizarre money pit. My stepfather was no exception to the rule either. The house had taken it's toll on his health, his sanity, and his pocketbook, leaving him bankrupt and threatening to kill him.

While I lived there, I tried to stay in the newest part of the property. This is where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. I had every intention of rarely, if ever, setting foot into the old lodge part of the house which included the kitchen, dining room, and living room. On one particular summer's day, I awoke to the sound of a man and woman chattering away. It sounded like a regular morning talk program with the casual bantering between hosts. Although I couldn't pinpoint exactly where the voices were coming from, I made my rounds of the house looking for whatever radio had been left on. I checked the upper level where my room and the spare rooms were, I then checked the lower level with the master bedroom and both bathrooms. I checked the kitchen, dining room, living room, and even walked outside. Thinking that I had missed something, I called both my mother and stepfather to ask if either of them had left a radio on, or if they knew where the sounds were coming from. Absolutely nothing had been left on, or missed by me. As a matter of fact, it dawned on me that the only part of the house I could hear the sounds, were from my room. I went back to my bedroom and opened the window thinking that maybe atmospheric conditions were right, and I was hearing a conversation from neighbors. I leaned with my ear as close to the screen as possible and heard nothing from outside. However, the voices within the space of my little room continued on. Male and female... laughing and chattering away about who knows what. Disgusted, and completely freaked out, I decided to take myself to the kitchen. At that point, I had the strangest feeling as if something terrible had happened. It was a shock when I saw a police car heading up the driveway and pulling in front of the house. Within minutes, the front yard was swarming with police and canine units. I ran outside, fearing the worst and asked an officer what had happened. As it turns out, a couple of girls from the other side of the hill had gone missing. They had gone to get the morning paper and hours later, still hadn't returned. My stepfather's estate stretched way back into the woods and down the hill, so the police naturally selected our driveway to do the meet and greet with the canine unit.

A few hours later, the cops were packing it up and hitting the road. I asked one of the officers what had happened and he told me that the girls returned home... with the paper... and hadn't even realized they were gone so long. As he put it. "They thought they were gone 20 minutes". After everyone left, I headed back to my own realm of the weird and noticed that the chattering was gone. That was the first and last time I ever heard from the voices in my bedroom. I have no idea whether or not it had anything to do with the missing girls, but that day had been bizarre enough to make me consider moving out ASAP.

Odd things still happened in the house even after I moved out. It had gotten so bad that my mother convinced my stepfather to let the house revert back to the bank and just move back to her townhouse. A year later, they drove up to the old property again and found that it had deteriorated so bad, there was nothing left of the gardens and someone had pulled all the usable timber from the Tudor side of the property.

I personally think that the house enjoyed being depressing and foreboding

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John Titor's Time Machine

http://johntitor.strategicbrains.com/TimeMachine.cfm

Interesting website...I hadn't heard of this story, but he says nobody has been able to
debunk it.
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THE TIME TRAVEL TALE OF JOHN TITOR


Although there is debate over the exact date it started, on November 02, 2000, a person calling themselves Timetravel_0, and later John Titor, started posting on a public forum that he was a time traveler from the year 2036.


One of the first things he did was post pictures of his time machine and its operations manual. As the weeks went by, more and more people began questioning him about why he was here, the physics of time travel and his thoughts about our time. He also posted on other forums including the now non-existent Art Bell site. In his posts John Titor entertained, angered, frightened and even belittled those who engaged him in conversation.


On March 21, 2001, John Titor told us he would be leaving our and returning to 2036. After that, he was never heard from again. Speculation and investigation about who John Titor was and why he was online continues to this day.


Although it may be easy to dismiss all this as science fiction, most people who read his posts agree that there is something very haunting about John Titor and what he said. In addition, and open to more debate, he also made a series of predictions and comments that eerily seem to be coming true.


Unfortunately, I never spoke directly to John Titor but there are many out there who have and continue to wonder about their experience. As you get deeper and deeper into the story, you will find his posts, links to other sites about him, downloads and speculative information attributed to him after he left. I have taken the posts and organized them by date and subject. My editorial work is copyrighted but the unedited posts and the people who experienced it are in the public domain can be found on other sites listed inside.


As you read, please try to keep two things in mind:


1. John appeared to answer nearly every question that was asked of him over the 4-month period he was online. Because of that, many people neglected to read the previous posts and asked similar or exact questions he had already answered. It may offer a glimpse of what a time traveler goes through when having the same conversation again and again.


2. These posts were written before 911, the Discovery accident and the second gulf war. Many people believe John may have known of these events and dropped clues without actually referring to them. It's also widely agreed that he made several predictions about future physics discoveries that have materialized as he stated.


I have included a guest book where you may leave your comments. I will endeavor to respond to any questions you have based on my work.


I hope you enjoy your journey with John Titor.


Copyright 2003



John Titor website:
http://www.johntitor.com/Pages/CivilWar.html

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A probably not very original thought has just occured to me (as they do, but not very often) - I wonder if déjà vu is a form of time dilation/shift (or whatever you want to call it) - a future memory being recalled about what you are doing in the now.

Parallel Universes and Alternate Realities w;/Video

Is it possible to live another life in a parallel universe or omniverse? When you experience a déjà vu, are you drawing this experience from a parallel universe?

http://philosophers-stone.co.uk/wordpre ... realities/