I'm not talking about half of a dollar bill, or two quarters. I was lying in bed, in my pajamas, holding a really large coin with JFK's profile. I have never seen a half-dollar before this morning, and I don't think I knew they existed. I have seen a Sacajawea coin, but this is not a Sacajawea coin. Enough about Sacajawea coins, and back to this mystery half-dollar. Here are all the possible explanations I can think of.
1. I'm finally collecting money for the wisdom teeth I had removed eight years ago.
2. After months of practice I've become a complete expert in lucid dreaming and brought back this money from another dimension.
3. A stranger put a half dollar in their pocket and put their jeans in the washing machine where the half dollar fell out and stayed there until I did my laundry and then it went into my clothes and stuck to my body. This one seems both the most physically possible (because it doesn't require magic like the others do) but also the least likely.
4. I sleepwalked and went shopping.
5. Time-travel. Either into the future or the past. It seems like a possibility worth adding.
6. Someone broke into my apartment and is living in it and paying a very small amount of rent. I checked the shower and the fridge. I didn't check under the bed. I was too scared.
There is probably actually a really normal explanation for this and when I find out what it is it will be my duty to let the internet know. A lot of other strange things that have happened that turned out to have perfectly normal explanations.
Age 18: Finding a cartoon about myself as a superhero, drawn by a stranger, hidden in a bush on campus. (Someone in my dorm had started drawing a cartoon about me in class. This explanation is not that normal. The others will get better.)
Age 8: A miniature screw that fell from the sky. (It fell out of my glasses.)
Age 14: My band teacher wearing a shirt with the name of my dad's company. (He got it at a thrift store.)
Age 12: A tube of glitter lip gloss with a note that said "Hi Brooke" on my desk in Physical Science. (I had complimented the girl next to me on her lip gloss, so she bought me some.)
Age 25: A box with my name appeared on my doorstep. (I had ordered something online.)
Oh, thrift store shirts! Once I had a missionary companion who was seriously unnerved when we had a discussion with a guy who was wearing a shirt from the fire station that he toured as a kid in elementary school. The discussion was in a ghetto suburb of Cherkasy on the banks of the Dnepr river, and the fire department was near Pocatello, Idaho.
ReplyDeleteseriously, i think you are one of the funniest people I have ever met!!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I really want to know where that coin came from.
I think JFK's killer is still out there - and you'd better watch your back.
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