I was sitting in counseling class the other day listening to my teacher give the lecture when in a flash of a moment I realized that I had been in the same class before.
A split hair of a second, I had already been where I was. Or seen what I was seeing. Or experienced what I was experiencing.
Had I dreamt about my future at some point in my life earlier? Without doubt I recall sitting in class and looking at my teacher. What happened before or after has no relevance.
Something inside of me nudged. It wasn’t eerie or strange, but more like affirmation that I had stepped into my future.
I don’t know what the point is. Maybe I’m one of those that do dream into the future. Maybe I’m one of those that time travels in my sleep.
Forget about trying to figure out the scientific phenomena. The fact that my memory sharply recalls one split second of my unconscious doing elates me because it only validates what a good memory I have.
Just what I need for sign language mastery!