Two events still as clear as day to me, both seemingly not high on the creepy reading spectrum, but they both gave me that "something very weird just happened" feeling.
- Had a lucid dream where I was on a mountain road with forest on either side of me. There was a fire tornado whipping through the trees on one side. The road was dark and empty except for me and my friend Joe, and it was windy and li by the fire. Then a small grey figure that kind of resembled Gizmo from the Flintstones (classic little green Martian man with a big helmet) was floating in front of me. We just stared at each other, from what I remember, but it was very eerie the way he was looking at me and I remember the detail of his skin texture even. We were in a sort of clear calm bubble while the fire raged around us. I woke up, having forgotten all about it, poured some cap'n crunch berries and turned on the news. The first thing that came on was a report on a raging fire that started overnight in the Shasta's (i was living in the mountains south of the Bay Area). In a flash the dream instantly came back to me, I paused mid crunch, and was just completely weirded out.
- We were on a midnight hike on an uninhabited island in Lake Michigan that you can only ferry to, no residents, but there are a few abandoned farms from the 1800s and a one room schoolhouse deep in the middle of the island. We were hiking to the graveyard so the night was already steeped in superstition and ghost stories. It was so dark out that without the flashlights it was no different if your eyes were closed or open, and we were walking the mile and a half to the graveyard without our flashlights. Only way to navigate was to feel with your feet for the edges of the trail, but it was navigable that way, and spooky and fun. Saw some weird green glow off the trail and we all went to check it out. Turns out it was some green glowing fungus, easy to see without the lights but you'd never see it otherwise, and we smeared some on a stick and used it as a mock torch. The rangers didn't believe us when we asked them later. Next we stopped by the schoolhouse so my wife could use the outhouse there and I wandered a bit ahead of the group, fumbling along the trail in the pitch black so I wouldn't get light-blind while she used her light. Then I saw a figure that looked like a lady in a white dress about 10 yards up the trail coming towards me, but not walking, just coming closer, hate to say it but floating. I called out hello and asked if she was lost, really thinking someone was there, just wanting to help. Then the figure evaporated and I got super freaked out. Called out to the group and one of the guys said it must have been the lady of the lake. I don't believe in ghosts, period, but that happened. There's no getting around it. Then on our way back to the boat ferry the next day to go home we stopped and checked out the island museum and no shit there was a class picture of kids at the schoolhouse from around 1890 and the teacher was a lady in a white dress that died on the island and is sometimes called the lady in the lake. I can't really process this in any other way than a real, true ghost story. I still get goosebumps.
Tldr: 1. an alien showed me a future forest fire in a dream 2. I don't believe in ghosts, but I saw a ghost.