3 Noted Displacements of Reality From the Past Week

1. The conversation that my dad claimed didn't happen (but which my mom later said she knew it had to have happened, because he had mentioned it to her when he got home). But doesn't explain why he started the conversation with something that didn't happen (giving 2 tickets to my cousin) and mentioned something inexplicably untrue (my uncle is in China).

2. I went to visit Josh and Lawrence at their seats at the game, bringing only a bottle of water that my dad had bought for me. They bought me a beer and I remember how hard it was to balance both the beer and water, seeing as my right arm is not reliable. At the end of the game, as I had my water in hand, Josh claimed that it was his. I knew pretty sure it was mine but he still said it was his, so I gave it to him.

3. Yesterday, Michael woke up and asked where Jason (our adopted little brother) was. We didn't know what he meant, and he said that he had woken up in the middle of the night, and Jason was laying in bed next to him. Michael was surprised and happily called out, "Little brother..." and asked him what he was doing here. He said he needed to rest a little. Later, Michael woke up because Jason got out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Bathroom," Jason said. Michael said that after he woke up, he looked in the bathroom and saw Jason there. Except, Jason was never at the house. And when he stays at our house, he never shares a bed with Michael. So Michael had been looking for Jason around the house, absolutely convinced that we were playing a joke on him by saying Jason wasn't there. We asked him questions about what happened forwards and backwards, and his story never changed. He was thoroughly confused, saying that I must have driven Jason over, and when I said no, he said it must have been his mother, or Jason took the bus. But then he said quietly to himself, "But then how did mom hear him knock if he walked?" I've never seen Michael so sure of something that wasn't verifiable in this reality.

So I told my dad about it, and strangely enough, we felt the same thing. Whether it was a dream or hallucination, Michael was convinced this happened to such an absolute degree, we both worried if something had happened to Jason, and Michael had been visited by a ghost. So we got on the phone and found him. He confirmed he hadn't come over, but in fact, he had been up all night in the bathroom throwing up from stomach flu. When we told Michael that Jason hadn't been there, he was thoroughly confused. "Then who was in my bed?" he asked. "Who was it I was talking to?"