Ever had a REAL "Twillight Zone" experience?

I was at a bar with my boyfriend, and my roommate and her boyfriend. My bf was the jealous type, and not at all happy that I'd exchanged a few (completely innocent, non-flirtatious) words with a few guys there whom I knew. He kept going on about it until I was so frustrated that I slammed my (half-full, first and only, btw) drink on the table. The glass shattered and cut my hand; I bled all over my *favorite* purse and pair of pants. Took a cab home. The next day I picked up the pants, figuring I might get the blood out if I soaked them, and the purse, knowing it was a lost cause. There wasn't a speck of blood on either item. I thought maybe I'd dreamed the whole thing, but my roommate's jaw dropped in shock when I showed them to her, and my bf called to apologize profusely and swear that he'd somehow find and buy me a duplicate of my ruined purse.

Pretty lame as these things go, I know - would never have made it onto the show! - but I swear this happened, and we were pretty creeped out by it.