Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. When I was 18 and travelling in Madrid, Spain, one night there was a fog so thick that I could not find my way back to the hotel. In fact, I could not see the street names for the fog. I felt my way along a wall until I came to a doorway, knocked, and in Italian asked if I could come in. The ladies of the house laughed and welcomed me in, fed me dinner and gave me a nice clean bed to sleep in, assuring me that the fog would be gone tomorrow. I slept like a baby, no disturbances, and when I woke next morning, realized that I had stayed the night in a house of ill repute (as my Lutheran great-grandmother would have said).

2. The first time I ever saw a horse, I was offered a ride. To everyone's astonishment (including my own), I "knew" how to mount, how to give the horse commands with hands and feet, how to be gentle on his mouth. I don't know how I knew, but I did.

3. In India, I had to ride a third class train from Bangalore to Delhi, a multi-day trip. The train cars were packed, with people hip to hip, standing in the aisles, the seats full, people lying on the luggage racks overhead, people crowded on the roof, and standing room only in the bathroom compartment. I *had* to get to Delhi, so I swung up with one foot on the step to the car, holding the hand rail with one hand and my backpack in the other. As the train pulled out of the station, I realized it was going to be a long trip, but I was determined (and I was in good physical shape). About five hours out of Bangalore, some high status local people noticed that there was a high status person (me) hanging off the outside of the car. They did some pushing and shoving on my behalf and got me inside the door of the train car and in with the crowd in the bathroom. (High status, indeed.)

4. I have been the Lay Worship Leader several times in my church. Each time, after the service, I am surrounded by people who want to say how much they like the way I speak and what I say and so forth. I find this weird, since I see myself as a very ordinary person. But when I speak from the spirit, I feel transformed. And I guess that's what they see/hear.

5. My dreams are almost all science fiction and involve telepathy, but not teleportation nor moving of objects with mental power. In all of these dreams I am a negotiator, a go-between, a mediator (mediatrix?). I've had this kind of dream, with many variations, since I was young. It's a great way to fall asleep!

6. Was it weird to be attending Berkeley in the 60's and be part of the political and social culture (think: Free Speech Movement, Freedom Marches, registering voters in the south) and *not* into the drug culture? I think so.

I tag:
Sue18
Eric Mayer
John Sherck
Momzilla
Batty (who doesn't have a blog but can respond in comments)
WillDeWord (ditto)