NYT has an interesting article about peoples’ stories of “time slips”, something I have not experienced myself (or ever heard of before), but now I am fascinated by it. What is time slip phenomenon? It’s characterized by the clear recall of trivial events, which occurred many years earlier, and the re-experience of the events, including the feelings that were experienced, as if they were occurring in the present.
Here’s a classic that, like the best of these stories, was related secondhand on a paranormal blog: In a Liverpudlian street in 1996, an off-duty policeman named Frank was going to meet his wife, Carol, in a bookshop called Dillons when “suddenly, a small box van that looked like something out of the 1950s sped across his path, honking its horn as it narrowly missed him.” More disorienting still, Frank “saw that Dillons book store now had ‘Cripps’ over its entrance” and that there were stands of shoes and handbags in the window instead of new fiction. The only other person not wearing midcentury dress was a girl in a lime green sleeveless top. As Frank followed her into the old women’s wear boutique, “the interior of the building completely changed in a flash”; it was once again a bookshop.