Oddly enough, not only has that happened with me, but lately, I have been getting these wierd "memories", where I find "myself" at some point in history, before my actual time.
"In one, I was a fugitive in the late 1940's, in a white Dodge truck, and my partner stops by a cemetery road. He looks at me, tells me out at gunpoint. As I step out, I look back, and I see that wooden trunk, with all that bank dough. A shot goes off, and it slowly fades to black. "
In another, I am a young man in a blue Army jacket, with a bunch of other terrified young men. The Indians close in on us. I go to save one of my brothers in arms from a injun's drawn bow, but I feel the arrow rip through me, and I say some words before it fades away.
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Oddly enough, not only has that happened with me, but lately, I have been getting these wierd "memories", where I find "myself" at some point in history, before my actual time.
"In one, I was a fugitive in the late 1940's, in a white Dodge truck, and my partner stops by a cemetery road. He looks at me, tells me out at gunpoint. As I step out, I look back, and I see that wooden trunk, with all that bank dough. A shot goes off, and it slowly fades to black. "
In another, I am a young man in a blue Army jacket, with a bunch of other terrified young men. The Indians close in on us. I go to save one of my brothers in arms from a injun's drawn bow, but I feel the arrow rip through me, and I say some words before it fades away.
It was strange.