When you missed 3 hours and said in mid-step light flooded the room, do you mean it was dark at the time besides maybe some ambient light from a lamp or something and then suddenly the sun was up and sunlight was shining through the windows as you were walking?...In that moment did you feel disorientated not from the realization but in those steps like you were taken and returned instantly?...Were the lamps or other lighting still on after that?...
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At 3:00 a.m. only the light in the foyer was on. This was a huge crystal chandelier. No other lights were on but it lent enough light to be seen in the family room and down the hall in the laundry room. The outside was totally dark. In midstep it was daylight which shone in from every window. The chandelier was still on but it cast no real light because of all the light from outside. The foyer was very grand. There was a sweeping staircase to the second floor. A huge skylight let natural light into the foyer with the chandelier directly in front of it. There was no sense of disorientation except suddenly seeing all the light coming in, which seemed like a sudden occurrence. In missing time, there is no sense of missing time. The shift is instantaneous and you would never even know that there was missing time except for external clues like the light shining in. Visualize a piece of film. You cut out a piece in the middle, then attach the 2 cut pieces together. If you play the film, you will never know anything was taken out except the scene may suddenly jump to something totally different. To emphasize again, in missing time there is often no sense of time passing. It is only later that you may realize something is wrong because the clock does not jive with your sense of the passage of time, or light through the windows.
Actually, I did not record this experience but now I recall it. One night a friend and I went to a book study class in a neighboring town. The class ended at 9 p.m. and we would normally be back in town by 9:30. So this night, we got back in town and then stopped at a supermarket because I needed some bananas for my breakfast smoothie. We wondered why the parking lot was just about empty at 9:30 since it is a mega-store. We went into the store and it was empty except for only 2 people at the cashier stations. I got my bananas and we went to the cashier. I asked why the place was so empty and the cashier looked at me oddly. She said "We don't get many shoppers at quarter to 3 in the morning". Then I looked at the big clock in the annex where there was a Wells Fargo bank ATM and it was 2:45 p.m. My watch affirmed that time. So we had lost all that time seamlessly just driving back from the book club meeting. You feel no sense of lost time. External events just confirm that something happened. And to make it even more creepy, my husband never seemed to notice that I had not come home on time, like it was no big deal. Who knows how often people could have missing time and never know because external events do not tip them off.
As an editorial note, if my document does not make it very clear, I am so grateful that all this has seemingly stopped now for 23 years. If it was still happening there would be bleedthrus. I now believe that I am protected by spiritual entities who keep this scum of the universe away from me. No loving sexy space brothers in my experience, just little assholes.
These classic SNL skits sum my experience up.