Back to the future

This experience of mine I am going to share with you today is one of the experiences that has happened on multiple occasions and every time it happens, it freaks the shit out of me . I am pretty skeptic about it myself.


The recent incident is as follows,


For the past few days I have been in conversing via texts with this person. The conversation was going well. It was a pretty normal conversation, nothing out of the ordinary.


The person who I was texting with sent me a link to buy tickets for ah event, and I kept on pushing it, delaying it , because I was not sure if I could make it. 


I clicked on the link, checked the dates and still I didn’t have the heart to just go through with it.


Until the day before, I went again online, followed the link and then started with the process of booking the tickets .


When I did that initially the process didn’t go through.

I tried once again, till it got frustrating because my internet connection kept fluctuating.


Until I froze after a few attempts . My mind went blank and my body went numb. I didn’t know why. This was such an experience like never before.


Took me few seconds to bounce back, and then I realised why.

I had experienced the same event  before, this was  when a week of my life I was under immense stress. I would just have terrible nightmares to such an extent where it would spoil my next day.


The moment I realised that the event I was going through was one of my nightmares to the exact to the last words of the last text I was going through and I knew how it was going to end. 


I decided to take a chance, because mostly when I tell people that sometimes you just know about something and they are like “how do you know?” And then they think I am just messing around and assume things.


But there is this gut feeling, where subconsciously you are calculating the numbers which leads to an answer and that is gut.


As expected the outcome was exact same as the nightmare.


This is not the first time I have experienced this it has happened multiple times where I feel the event has been recreated to the last detail.


There are times where you don’t believe in things , and then they slap you right in the face.

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