freda:

I visited a friends house on the South Shore--a place off the island on which Montreal sits.

There were six people there. Three guys, three gals. Picture an ell-shaped couch. I was seated at the far right. Gal to my left. Gal to her left, and then guy, guy, gal. Two people had smoked--I wasn't one of them. I had a view into the old farm-house kitchen. There was a table and four chairs. The gal to my left had a view of the table, too. When I looked directly at the table, it was a table. When I averted my eyes about 15 degrees to the right, I could see a man, woman (older couple to me at the time) and a young person (12 years old ish). The host asked what I was looking at. I asked him to leave the room with me, and I also asked the gal next to me to turn her eyes about 15 degrees to the right, and say what she saw. I left the room and told the host (fellow named Tom) what I had seen. The gal I had asked couldn't see anything. BUT, the gal to her left moved over and she saw the same thing I had, down to type of shir, colour of pants, and rough period of the clothing. Boy's hair colour, etc. Tom had seen it before. His wife couldn't. Nor could the other fellow, but his wife could. The gal I was with couldn't.

Tom said the people there were never disruptive. Was almost like a place where two 'worlds' met. Incidentally, the people who had toked up couldn't see the 'family' at the table. Tom's wife was incredulous, because she thought Tom had put me up to it. He hadn't.

So, what's to say? Strange things happen, and three people there--including one who lived in that house--never saw the other family. Three people--one of whom did live there--saw the family. Would I expect anyone to believe me? Well, two other people do. Three other people don't. Do I care? Not really. People will believe what they wish to.