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I've had a few moments in my life where I dream of myself doing a mundane thing and then years later I end up doing that thing, remember the dream from years ago, and ponder if I have the worlds lamest precognition where I only realize I caught a glimpse of the future after already living out he moment I caughta glimpse of.
Oh and also when I was a toddler I vividly remember the experience of freezing to death in the back yard while playing in the snow. I mostly chalk it up to a dream but I remember the nightmares I had as a kid and all of them were surreal chase dreams with a monster version of the easter bunny or the geiko lizard getting me.
This was different. I still remembee the back yard, the 'fort' I had made and trapped myself in, I remember clawing at the snow to get out until my hands went from burning to feeling nothing, screaming for mommy to save me to no avail, and eventually succumbing to the cold. I dont know how toddler me would b able to imagine up the exact sensations of freezing or that level of grim detail.
I read somewhere that those deja vu and precognition dreams are actually mostly your mind having a glitch, believing this present moment is also past. No dream or past event exists, you just think it does because it feels like it. Weird stuff.
I get that that is the rational explanation. But I swear this one day I woke up after having a short but very specific dream, I was in class talking to my friends sitting in a very specific position and one of my mates said something. Later that day that situation happened and I almost said what he said in unison.
Years later one of those guys also told me about it, so its not like I made that memory up. But it just doesn't make sense??
Next time it happens try to predict what will happen in the next 30 seconds and say it out loud or write it down before it happens. If you can't, it's natural Deja Vu
And if he does he is a goddamn psychic.
I dunno without spoon bending how can you make such a wild claim lol
That's probably true for most stuff but I've heard weird stuff. I knew someone that said they had one of those moments where they were able to guess who was going to walk through the door next. Or they chose a college based on a dream and then remembered when they ended up in the situation with the dream at that college.
The brain accessed ROM when it should've accessed RAM.
Yeah I have been saying for a couple years now that I have the lamest super power: a fairly accurate mental timer. It's not like I'm always on time myself, hell I'm late regularly by a few min to most social events, but I have a weird reoccurrence of being almost right on time if I have a timer going.
I use Alexa to set timers at least a few times a day. For brewing coffee, cooking, and various other mundane tasks. Nothing exciting. But I almost always expect that when I go to check on the timer, in within 10 sec. I'm not even consciously keeping track or looking at what time it is when I start generally, and sometimes I forget I even had a timer until last few seconds when I check on it.
I remember a few months ago I was slow cooking a bean soup that I like to go for 12 hours. I started it a few hours before bed. I woke up, went downstairs to start coffee, and the moment I walked in the kitchen, the slow cooker chimed because it had hit exactly 12 hours.
One of these days I'll use it to get my butt out the door on time. Maybe.