The summer I was about 10 years old, I spent a week or two with Aunt Jean, my stepdad's sister, and her family so that my parents could have a
vacation without me. Jean was in her sewing room sewing, and I went to ask her a question, although for the life of me I can't remember what the
The room had a large window through which the sun was shining, creating a bright rectangle of sun on the carpet in the middle of the room. As I walked
towards my aunt, I stepped across the line from relative shadow into the sun, and was suddenly in two places at once.
I continued walking, unable to stop myself, and was aware that I was wearing a hot, uncomfortable dark suit with long sleeves over a white buttoned
shirt and some kind of tie (which felt like it was choking me), shiny black shoes which were also uncomfortable, and some kind of hat, the brim of
which I could just see in my peripheral vision. I had just stepped off of a shadowed curb into a bright sunny street, and was crossing the street in a
crosswalk. There were other people around me, a few in more or less regular clothes, but many others in black & white uniforms that I guessed probably
looked similar to what I was wearing.
I saw a young man with light brown hair walking away from me, along the sidewalk to the left. I felt my mouth open and heard what must have been my
voice call out the name "Danny." The young man turned, but he must not have been who I thought he was, for my left hand came up and waved him off as
I shook my head. He continued on and I continued to walk, still aware of myself as a child crossing my Aunt's sewing room in a sort of dual
consciousness that I can't adequately explain. As I stepped up onto the curb on the other side of the street, the child me crossed the line from
sunlight back into shadow and I was wholly the child again, a bit shaken from the experience.
My aunt could tell something was wrong, so I described the experience in detail but neither of us could make heads or tails of it.
Approximately 8 years later, in late Summer, I was 18 years old and fresh out of Navy boot camp, attending Radioman "A" school in San Diego,
California. We had just started two weeks of the midnight shift, which meant that inspections and other military BS were held in the afternoons, after
we'd had a chance to sleep.
So, a hot summer afternoon found me in full dress uniform, walking to an inspection. I stepped off the curb into sunlight to cross the street, and
suddenly I was in two places again, part of me seemingly transported back to the child walking across her aunt's sewing room.
I saw the man who looked from behind like my current boyfriend Danny, and even though I knew it wasn't him I couldn't stop myself from calling out
to him and then waving him off when he turned to look at me. I continued across the street, apparently unable to do anything different, until I
stepped up onto the curb on the opposite side of the street and was suddenly, once again, free of the strange dual consciousness that stretched across
years of time.
I stood there, dazed, for a moment or two, and then hurried on to the inspection as being late was an automatic failure. That night I called Aunt Jean
and asked her if she remembered the earlier incident. She did, and we discussed it. My wearing of a heavy black long-sleeved suit in the heat, as well
as the shiny black uncomfortable shoes, now made sense, but we were left with new questions that we couldn't answer even though they were weightier
Was my future predetermined? My course through life pre-set? If not, how could I have experienced an event years in the future, down to the tiniest
detail including the name of the young man I was dating? I still don't understand it, but it's never happened again.
My UFO sighting also happened at Jean's house in Los Angeles, here's a link to that:
The Green Light UFO
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