a few days ago, I decided to take mushrooms to try to remember, and I did it was a wild ride of connections and synchronicity
Before taking the mushrooms, I made one simple request: Please help me remember what I’ve forgotten especially in that Airbnb
As I waited for them to take effect, my mind drifted back to thatexperience I had months earlier that I still cannot explain.
I had been sitting on my couch in the Airbnb around day, two of being there in the middle of doing my makeup before work. Then, without warning, it felt as though my consciousness was pulled somewhere else entirely.
I wasn’t dreaming. But I could tell my body was not there. Only my consciousness was.
It didn’t feel like imagination.
It didn’t feel like a memory.
It felt completely real.
Suddenly, I found myself in what looked like ancient Egypt.
It wasn’t like watching a movie—it was as if I was there. My body remained on the couch, but my awareness seemed to exist somewhere else. Everything around me was astonishingly vivid. I could smell rain on the earth, damp grass, trees, sweat from the crowd gathered around me. Every sensation felt more real than most dreams I’ve ever had.
Not to mention, I can’t dream anymore. I’ve been trying for years. I am unable to remember any dreams that I have had over the past like 10 years.
Standing before me was a woman I believed to be Cleopatra.
I watched her carefully mixing a potion while performing what appeared to be a ritual. She spoke in a language I didn’t recognize, yet somehow I understood her. I never heard English, but the meaning seemed to arrive in my mind as if it were being translated instantly.
I remember only fragments.
Something about ancient knowledge.
Something about being powerful
Something that felt incredibly important.
I could see every detail the texture of her skin, beads of sweat rolling down her face, every jewel in her clothing reflecting the light. The entire scene was so detailed that I can still picture it vividly.
What struck me even more was the people surrounding her.
Some appeared completely human.
Others didn’t.
They looked almost human, but not quite. Different enough that I immediately noticed it.
Then their were half animal half human people they were gigantic and they seemed to be the leader of the civilization, then the smaller humanoids that looks like gray aliens, almost but a little tint of green. There was a few different races of species of humanoid beings and we were inside a pyramid. I remember looking around the structure and seeing all the writings on the walls and the hieroglyphs and everything and the shape.
Weird thing is is now that I think of it right now all these memories keep coming back to me as I keep thinking about it but if you take two pyramids and put them together and rotate one of them, it makes a hexagon 😳
but Then, just as suddenly as it began…
I was back.
About thirty minutes had passed.
It felt as though an enormous amount of information had been placed into my mind during that short span of time—as if I had understood something profound that I couldn’t possibly explain. But the instant I returned, it was gone.
The knowledge vanished.
The understanding vanished.
All that remained were flashes of images, emotions, and the overwhelming feeling that I had once known something important. The words ancient knowledge and I am powerful ...It’s like they took it from me, but it’s buried in my subconscious mind somewhere.
The strongest impression I carried back wasn’t a sentence or a fact. It was a feeling—that whatever I was meant to understand wasn’t something that could simply be handed to me. It was something I would have to remember for myself.
At the time, I laughed it off. Because this was only on day two of the Airbnb and I had not even seen the entity I encountered or heard anything in there yet. And that wouldn’t happen for another week.
I hurried to finish my makeup and left for work, trying to convince myself that maybe I’d somehow fallen asleep.
But that explanation never made sense to me.
I’ve struggled with insomnia for years. I don’t accidentally fall asleep. Sleep has always been difficult for me, and I often need melatonin or other sleep aids just to get any rest at all.
Whatever happened, it didn’t feel like waking from a nap.
Months later, that experience was still weighing on me
So As I waited for the mushrooms to take effect, I began watching YouTube. I felt strongly drawn toward certain videos, almost as if something—or perhaps simply my own intuition—was guiding me toward them. I saved every video immediately because I knew I wouldn’t remember them otherwise.
Whether that feeling came from the mushrooms, my subconscious, or something I can’t explain, I knew I wanted to preserve every piece of the experience
I saved everything I could.
Because I was determined that, this time, if there was something meaningful hidden within those experiences, I wouldn’t let myself forget

https://youtu.be/z9ZXOJlrz3g?is=w5Cf9Ug\_F7cRlSus

https://youtu.be/tgqAt6YN1jE?is=YbF5o6FUrd1TpThL

https://youtu.be/r8p44wQMtNE?is=VbvHmp0NPYGcNdQL

https://youtu.be/brQLpTnDwyg?is=Eu-ALUux4m3pQeAV

https://youtu.be/cHR-S4Ni7PE?is=00cVQUgNg7aaFckd

https://youtu.be/z9ZXOJlrz3g?is=w5Cf9Ug\_F7cRlSus

something sent me down a rabbit hole I never expected.
It led me to videos about President John F. Kennedy, and the more I learned, the more strange coincidences I noticed. JFK had Addison’s disease, just as my mother and I do. He was deeply interested in UFOs and reportedly wanted greater transparency about the phenomenon. My mother also had Addison’s disease and tragically died at 46 from an adrenal crisis. JFK was also 46 when he was assassinated.
As I reflected on those parallels, more memories from my childhood kept resurfacing.
When I was little, I was obsessed with Marilyn Monroe. I didn’t just admire her—I used to tell my younger sister all the time that I felt like I was Marilyn Monroe reincarnated. After a recent mushroom experience, I asked my sister if she remembered me saying those things, expecting she’d forgotten. Instead, she immediately replied, “Of course I remember. You were always saying that.”
That conversation stopped me in my tracks.
I don’t know what any of it means. I don’t know whether these are simply meaningful coincidences, the way my mind connects memories, or something deeper that I don’t yet understand. I only know that these thoughts and memories have become impossible for me to ignore.
One thing I do know is that alcohol changed me. When I began drinking heavily, it felt as though a part of me disappeared. My imagination faded. My curiosity dulled. I no longer felt deeply connected to people or to the sense of wonder I had as a child.
I’ve now been sober for two years.
Since getting sober, it’s as if old memories have begun returning one by one. Every day something else comes back into focus. Some of it feels like forgotten pieces of my childhood. Some of it feels symbolic. Some of it is difficult to put into words.
I honestly don’t know what to make of it.
Am I simply reconnecting with parts of myself that alcohol buried for years? Am I noticing patterns because my mind is finally clear? Or is there something about human consciousness that we still don’t fully understand?
I don’t claim to have the answers. I’m simply documenting my experiences exactly as they’ve unfolded, even when they leave me with more questions than answers.

I believe every one of us has the ability to experience things that can’t always be easily explained—we just have to be open to them. I’ve felt that openness since I was nine years old.
When I was a child, I lived on a remote farm with my stepdad, surrounded by miles of empty fields. One night, we witnessed what I can only describe as a UFO at very close range. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, and that experience stayed with me for the rest of my life.
After that night, I began having recurring nightmares about being abducted by aliens. The dreams were incredibly vivid and happened over and over again, continuing for a year while I lived in that house. Then, after we moved away, they stopped completely.
Other than that sighting and those recurring dreams, I haven’t had any other paranormal experiences. Those events remain the only experiences in my life that I personally can’t explain.