About a decade ago or so, I joined a family trip up to the mountains. This was significant because my mother and her inner circle of college friends (whose sons and daughters, including Sibling and I, became a circle of friends) were all scuba divers, never seemed to want to go elsewhere than the beach in their free time, and got altitude sickness.
Also, I had my first sleep paralysis experience, which spurred me on to metaphysical investigation even though I'm 99% sure that that one time really wasn't more than a sleep-time glitch.
The remaining 1% that thinks it might have been, expected some sort of full circle when I took another trip two weeks ago. I'm back to report that nothing that could be interpreted as paranormal in the slightest, occurred.
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