The Unsolved Diaries: People Talk About Their Life’s Lingering Mysteries

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Into the Twilight Zone?

I woke up from a nap in my room and I proceeded to walk into the kitchen. My mom was baking pies, asked me how I was doing, and then asked if I could run out to the garage (detached garage – grew up in a rural area) to grab some frozen pie dough from the freezer out there. I agree, walk outside, play with the dogs for a few minutes, and then start walking to the garage. I get halfway there and the bushes rustle. A lot. I said, “Hello,” got no response, and walked nervously towards the garage. The next thing I know, I wake up in my bed. I walk out to the kitchen where my mom is baking pies. I told her I had a really strange dream and then she asked me if I got the pie dough. I freaked out. Apparently, I left 15 or 20 minutes before I walked out of my room and she started questioning how I got in my room, I said I didn’t remember, and then we both realized that I had been tracking grass all over the linoleum (I went outside barefoot). It was followed by a lot of awkward silence and confusion.

I still have no idea what the f*ck happened.