This was no paranormal incident, but it sure was cool. I was freaked out for a little portion of the event.
I think it was in part for a couple of reasons. First I have moved into a new home. My surroundings are not that familiar to me yet. This alongside of the very clear nature of my dream.
I was dreaming back about ten years ago when I lived with my sister and my father. Sometimes I would go into my sister, Jen's room. We would just sit there and BS. Sometimes we would take turns reading Stephen King to one another.
Most of you have probably had a time where you awoke and did not know where you were. correct?
The same was true for this, it seemed to last for about five minutes.
I could have moved around and quickly observed the room to see where I was. But instead, I was perplexed but fascinated at the same time. I would not allow myself to move until I figured out where I was. The dream was so (close) in my head that I truly believed I had fallen asleep on Jen's bed. I could not account for the ceiling fan though. My mind was believing it was years ago.
As if it were a math problem, my conscious mind snapped out of it's stupor and I realized
> SHIT.
Here I am.
