strangest remembered in the bath by far one of the strangest things to happen to me in this lifetime was when i was a few years old. it was evening and my parents were out working like normal. i was playing like i always did, when a strange man came to our door. i don't think he knocked or rang the bell or introduced himself at all, he just walked right in like he lived there, like he owned the place and we knew him well. he yelled at me to stop playing, said it was time for bed and grabbed me though i struggled. one by one he took each of us kids alone into the laundry room to change our clothes. i was really confused, i think i even asked him if he was my uncle or a church elder. i remember being cold, getting goosebumps on my arms as he set me up on something (the washer?) and took off all my clothes. i don't know why, but he put me in some filthy sleepers that were too small. he'd picked them out from the dirty laundry bin, as if they were clean though it was clearly evident that they were not. i don't remember any of this too well, his face and voice are a muted muffle. mostly i recall the fear, being confused and getting goosebumps. i don't know the exact sequence of events or what all happened, but i know he put me in my bed and after he had done likewise with my siblings he left via the front door, closed it and was never seen again. after that i found myself more interested in shiny brass chains and deadbolts. it was very bizarre. 040213 ... idonthaveaname the funny part was i vaguely remember telling him that i could dress myself just fine but he wouldn't listen it was like he was on some mission what a weird man. i hope he got help for whatever it was he was suffering from 040213 ... water is strong my oldest_sister reminds me of this every so often, well she used to anyway, hasn't mentioned it in a long time. we'll be up late laughing our heads off about childhood this and thats, she'll laugh and say "bedtime? what bedtime. who are you crazy man?,..what are you talking about,.. bedtime? i don't have a bedtime. and i'm not gonna wear those stinky clothes." and then we'll look at eachother laughing and say "who the heck was that strange guy anyway?.. and what the what the?" and "did that really happen?" i'll ask. were it not for her jokes i'd agree with myself that it was indeed a figment of my imagination. i'd almost completely forgotten about it and now i'm semi-horrified for blathing this i think i'll stop talking for a while 040214 ... yes me i have name and its mine my nightmares are mostly gone it seems since peru, and it seemed to have to do with this, and other things, but this was a weird thing 120723 what's it to you? who go blather from