Maybe this will reach out to more people since it could be spooky - Maybe people might try to find holes in this story, because life's stories are full of holes, and are full of coincidences. Maybe people won't pay attention to it. I've not a grand story to keep anyone up at night or pass along or even consider, but as I can remain anonymous here, I feel telling this here is the most safe.It is difficult to admit I've seen the future - I haven't seen anything worth knowing, really. A couple of years back I've seen myself on a slide in the park, my own eye view, and the vision filled with people wearing the clothing that they wore evidently that day, the same faces, the same exact movements of people I've never seen before. I'll continue this on a separate post, since it's too long.
People I've tried to talk to about this have either passed it off as deja vu, and don't seem to understand that I'm not reliving a memory but in my sleep, something that could be just as well a dream, I live something that hasn't happened yet and is so inconvenient. I'm not really relieved its a warning of something yet to come, I try not think much of it - It's easy enough to, having grown up with beliefs of god and all sorts of higher powers (Some beliefs I still hold dear).I've certainly researched this, and it had turned out more people than I had experienced this exactly - In your sleep you have a vision, forget it as you'd forget any "dream" but know you've had it, and then when it happens, it all comes back to you. I feel teased, if anything - Like a cruel joke life is making of me, but I also feel hopeful that if something as bizarre as this and I've so many experiences of it, that my own fear of death mightn't be so true, and that there is something greater - But, that's probably wishful thinking.
I don't know what to do - I've gone to my GP about this, he says to come back and tell him something's going to happen... And then come back and say that it has? As if that'll be any sort of evidence? I can't express this in any sort of sane way, and I worry a lot for my mental health. Perhaps there is something that's making me have these thoughts. My mum, when I explained it to her, said scientifically time doesn't work like that, where a future is already set. I'm just confused, and try not to think about it.
When I was eight years old, I pulled back a curtain in my old school. Behind that was what looked like a shabby room, with a disheveled woman vacuuming. As I called out, she turned - and she was me. I had never been more terrified in my life.On my 18th birthday, while working in the motel I was moving into, I heard a small voice and turned to the doorway to see. I saw nothing and no one - but when I returned to vacuum I glimpsed in the mirror and to my horror discovered I was the woman from a decade earlier.It makes what I see now unbearable to think about.
