My earliest memory which might be my first of experiencing DR was crossing the street at night to get a basketball while my dad was waiting for me. It was in my neighborhood across the house I was living. I crossed the street and picked up the ball then just stood there looking around because everything looked unreal. Some people believe it's possible for someone to die and then automatically going to another dimension without the memory of dying because in this new dimension you didn't die. This would mean I would be dead in my old dimension when I was crossing the street so I could have been hit by a car. This would explain why everything looked unreal ever since then because there was something different and that's being in another dimension.