Have you ever had the feeling that there is more here to life than we know? Something deeper than just living our life from day day..... more than just the normal grinds of daily life. How can there be such beautiful sunsets in this world and so much pain and suffering? How does the whole de ja vu thing fit in? Are coincidences just that.... coincidences? There has got to be something more going on here.
I have three stories that I have no explanation for. Are they just coincidences? (The stories can get long so I'm only writing about number 1 here and will post the other two in my next post.)
1a.I woke up one night after having a bad dream. This is years ago, just out of college. I was very disturbed by the dream and it made an impression on me as I sat there in bed. A few years later, the dream forgotten, I was visiting my brother, with my future wife, at Syracuse University where he was a senior. He brought us to quarters night at a local bar. Basically, the bartender flips a coin. If you get 2 of 3 correct, you get a free beer. (Gotta love college!). So there we were, sitting at a brass railed, mahogany bar with the bartender flipping quarters when I get hit with a de ja vu. In my dream, years earlier, I was in a brass railed mahogany bar with my brother and a woman and the bartender was flipping quarters. In my dream, a man then walks in and stabs my brother. My brother thought I was crazy, but I insisted that he and I leave the bar just to take a quick walk.... to get out of the bar. We did. My brother was not stabbed.
1b.That same night at the bar. I was at the back wall of the bar, behind the pool table where I had a view through the pool room, past the bar and to the front door. I notice a man walk in wearing a very bright tye died shirt. I thought.... that is a cool shirt. I watched the man. He made his way through the bar, into the pool room, around the pool table and came right up to me and said, "Do you have a pen". A little taken back, I said no. He thanked me anyway and I watched as he walked back out the front door.
1c. That same night, I am standing at the end of the bar looking at the juke box. I hear someone say, "Martin!" I turn and look down at the other end of the bar. There is a guy standing up on the footrest of the bar stool looking at me and he says, "Do you need another beer?" I thought that it was strange that I could even hear him over the din of the bar. I didn't know him and wasn't even sure if he was talking to me. I turned to see if anyone was behind me that he might be talking to. When I turned back.... he was gone.
Now.... maybe I was hallucinating? I doubt it.... have never hallucinated before that, nor after that. Maybe I was asleep.... nope.... definitely not asleep. Needless to say, I never went back to that bar again!
It has been years and my wife and brother still think I'm crazy from that night, but I know it happened! There is definitely something going on here.
Do you have an explanation?
Stay tuned for story number two - "The woman in the art gallery"
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