posted on May, 24 2010 @ 03:13 PM
I believe we are living in a multiverse because my dreams come true in a amazing way. My accuracy with predictions is even rising as of now.
One day I was going to a place where there is a football camp with a friend to see who was there and I see a boy with a red shirt, he was wearing
I stopped and told myself " O-kay. What's going on? " because the most amazing and intense feeling of deja - vu ever in my life happened. So much
it made me shiver.
During the football match, while I was sitting on a bench he came to me and we started talking. I learned that my friend and this boy were not going
on well with each other and I learned that me and the boy shared the same name.
I was thinking so much to some dream I had of a mysterious boy wearing all red and orange and with brown curly/wavy hair.
This boy had curly hair and wearing red. The boy in my dream was shown in a football camp. This boy and me met in a football camp.
The feeling of deja vu was so much that I was acting diffidently with him. I couldn't get why I was remembering him.
At some point he started inventing a short song with my name while playing. I was all " What the heck do you want from me? ".
The fact that my friend hated him was not going to make me more kind to him, in fact I was acting in a very detouched way.
After that day we " casually " met around again in the principal street, coincidently we always ended up face to face or very near.
But he was ignoring me and I was thinking how strange my feeling was.
I regret that I acted diffidently now. I think there will be more chances to talk to him in the future.
Another person, that I knew for years in a church campus. We didn't become friends after that 2 years experience, but we were good aquaintances.
When I saw his profile on facebook much later, years later, I felt a strong feeling of knowledge of him and nostalgy.
I was thinking I knew exactly who he was.
And I was naturally interested to know him since after the church campus I had at least 20 dreams where we were best friends. So many...I rarely even
dream my actual best friends.
So, I decided to contact him. We talked for a while. I dreamt he was moving and he did tell me he was actually going to move shortly after.
The next day, I casually met him in front of the house of my best friend, waiting for his parents to pick him up after football.
The first time he didn't notice me so I went around that street again.
This time I said hello! and he looked at me like he was watching to a ghost.
I can still remember he became white in the face and his eyes were even bigger.
I just said hello, I was thinking.
I left him looking at me with a open mouth thinking how strange was that.
After that experience, whenever we met again in the streets he would look at me and stare at me like he was missing me. I can say I was staring at him
too in the same way.
My first dream that I remember since I started take note of them, there was this little blond girl, that in the dream was my little sister, born on
July 9 1994.
I dreamt her many times.
One day, thanks to ats, I found out a link to the website of ( --- )
I was drinking when I read her biography. I was very very interested in her life.
When I started looking to her personal gallery shivers came to me and I started becoming white in face.
Wow, she looks EXACTLY like that little girl. Watching those pictures of her as a little girl was making me completely amazed.
I was still drinking water when I looked to her birthday date.
A second after I was vomiting water on my desk when I discovered her birthday was July 9 1994.
I remained shocked for entire days. Completely amazing.
Another story, one day in the church campus a little kid came to me and told me " I'm watching you these days ".
I laughed and told him " No, I'm watching you ".
I would never imagine that in a very short time he would become my second brother kind of friend.
I was 17 and he was a little kid, and I was working in this church campus. For days after that day, he acted with me like we were friends since
It was after a year that I started calling him " brother " and we were so friends that we would look at each other without words and understanding
I realized I was caring for him like a bigger brother would do. We spent a lot of time talking of everything.
He was always friendly with me and he is not known to be much friendly with anyone.
He was becoming more important than my actual brother. Me and my actual brother were in a phase of growing up in which we were basically ignoring each
other totally, just like sharing the same home and that was enough.
Instead, me and this boy were totally friends. At some point he started calling me brother too and he was playing with strangers and new friends
telling them I was his brother.
Our friendship ended abruptly because we were arguing about money. Such a stupid thing.
But now we are still good friends and still in contact with each other though is not the same thing.
I can say that thing of " brothers feeling " is not gone away, but very weak now.
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[edit on 24-5-2010 by Zagari]
[edit on 24-5-2010 by Zagari]