- Oddly, I don,t find it strange at all to talk about this
incident of nearly 25 years ago. It remains vividly like yesterday in my
memory. I subsequently discussed it with friends, including the one other
friend closely involved, and been responded to with everything from disbelief,
to my buddy's quiet assertion that the same sort of thing had happened
to him many times afterward.
- It began in Dallas, 1976, a Sunday at 12 am in the early
Spring. Both of us, around the same age of 24, worked for a local dinner
theatre and had just closed a show which gave us a rare 3 day interval
before the opening of another. We, as box office and liason staff, would
then have time away from seeing to star accomodations and managing the
place, assigning reservations and tickets by phone, supervising service
staff, and ordering liquor, food, etc., and counting the till...
- My friend had the idea of visiting his home town, a small
pace in southern Oklahoma, not far away. Since it was forbidden for us
to take the usual official theatre vehicles we always had access to in
town because of our positions, we borrowed a car from a friend.
- "Sammy," he said, "Barb" has loned
us her new Toyota Celica!" It sounded awfully good to me, and I replied,
"Mark, nothing could sound better than getting away! Maybe you can
introduce me to some home-town girls instead of the ones we've been meeting
in Big D!"
- So, we set off, at midnight, on what should have been
a 3 hour journey, no more than a couple of beers between us, with no intent
to party heartily. We talked mildly, drove the speed limit, and switched
radio statons as we drove. Texas call letters soon gave way to Oklahoma
small-town country stations, which I was none too fond of, but Mark kept
coming back to them.
- We had not long been off the interstate when we reached
a part of the Oklahoma landscape which took us through two-lane highways,
with hilly terrain, and many curves.
- That's where the confusion began. Last I remember, and
Mark later agreed, we seemed to come around one such blind curve into sudden
fog, requiring us to slow down quickly to a crawl.
- Then, as both of us recalled, as soon as this 'fog' appeared
it seemed to dispappear, and we continued on, quite relaxed, with neither
of us taking notice of the time. One might have chalked it up to tiredness.
Comfortable with each other, we didn't question it...but the rest of the
trip was quite silent.
- We arrived at dawn, and the sun was our first unexpected
wakeup call...before my friend's father coming out anxiously to greet us
in the driveway, demanding to know why we were 3 hours late. He'd been
apprised we should arrive around 3:00AM, and was more than a little worried
and even irritated. Mark and I both felt a bit confused. We could recall
no delays or stops. But we felt so very relaxed and tired we each slept
until afternoon without another thought of it. His father probably put
it off to our being young and foolish.
- The next day the fog and time loss seemed of little import.
We had the typical interests of young men in his small town, took in some
events and watched the pretty local girls. Afterwards, even following our
return to Dallas, the subject of the missing time seldom came up, despite
the fact his father had railed at us and accused us of stopping to party
or to snooze.
- Not too long thereafter, I moved to the East and Mark
remained in the West. As the years passed, and because our strange event
often made me wonder, I tracked Mark down, phoned him one day and asked
him if he had ever again experienced anything like it again. He paused
and said, "Many times." He spoke with great certainty.
- That gave me great concern. Mark was also firm that he
had NEVER had any recall of what could have happened to us in the unexplained
loss of time we shared. As opposed to Mark's 'many times' statement, I,
on the other hand, found the experience to be a singular one, never repeating.
- He attested to no marks or wounds, felt no great stress
or trauma, and just stated that he felt as if he had been 'followed' many
times throughout Oklahoma and subsequently in his travels in Texas. AND
that he had been 'interrupted' during those trips.
- For my part, I never sensed any great threat from the
incident, just a nagging curiosity.
- Though I had problems in later life, I can't see that
they could in any way relate to this isolated incident. Nor, have I ever
found a mark or any tell-tale evidence upon my body or in my mind that
I was adversely or otherwise affected.
- It just remains a mystery.
- As a postscript, let me say that I have used relaxation
techniques, self-hypnosis, professional hypnosis by certified psychologists,
and searched my dreams, but NEVER come up with the missing time. 3 hours.
What could reveal it? A pentothol solution injection to overcome some deeply-seated
resistance implanted to screen out the event? Some physics-related theorem
that deals with a warp of time that sometimes occurs like a hiccup in our
otherwise usually linear universe? I am open to any explanations.
- Anyone out there got any help?
- I wonder if any listeners have had the same experience,
or if some have helped others to credibly recover such strange 'lost time.'
- If so, I hope the producers of this program will share
such responses with me.
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