Seeing as its halloween and all, I figured i’d share some of my freaky tales. Get your minds out the guttah. Not THOSE freaky tales (although they are numerous). What I’m going to share is something that to this day still freaks me dahell out.
Deja vu by definition is. The illusion of having previously experienced something being encountered for the 1st time.
Well my earliest recollection of deja vu happened when I was 10 or 11. I was sitting in the drive way with my friends. And I said.. yall , this has happened before. They all rolled there eyes and said whatever. I was, ok don’t believe me…. watch my momma call me for the phone. Sure enough, my momma walked out onto the porch and yelled for me to come get the phone. My daddy was calling. Strangely enough that night, when I was on the way back to rejoin my friends,. A car pulled up and men jumped out with guns. I ran and hid behind a neighbors house until they finished robbing my friends and left. No one was hurt. They just took jewelry and money.
Once we were on the way from school on the bus headed back to our high school (I took all my math & science classes at a college instead of my h.s.). When I said, OH! We’re going to be late the bridge is out. The bus driver told me shut the hell up and let him drive. My friends we like “here she go again, seeing shit brfore it happens”. I just shrugged. We get to the bridge sure enough the bitch was out. And we were late.
We were at a dance, when the dance let out my cousins were trying to get me to go walk to this park with them and some guys. I got that feeling and was like.. NO!!! We are not going. They got pissed called me a punk. When we got home I told them that I dreamed someone got killed at the park. They laugh AT me. Next morning, everyone is crying at school. Guy was killed at the park.
I had this boyfriend. His name was Jacob his bestfriends name was Charlie. They were inseperable. Charlie dated my best friend cille. Well one sunday Cille and I were supposed to go uptown and chill with them. For whatever reason we ended up not going. And strangely, they never called that day. We were both pissed bc they hadn’t called. I went home that night. Dreamed that they’d had been murdered. Woke up the next morning, I call cille tell her about the dream. She had been around me enough to know it was cause for concern. We got to the college for math and science, and everyone is asking us how we are doing. We get called into the office, where we are told that Jake and Charlie were murdered. The exact way it happened in my dream.
Just recently, I dreamed my momma was dying. Woke up the next morning to my grandmother and aunts calls that she was unresponsive. I didn’t blog in detail abt it, but my mom hadn’t been taking her meds and instead of them making her go to the dr. They allowed her to lay sick for 10 days. Her body was shutting down. She was dying.
Had another dream recently, that I was looking for my momma and couldn’t find her. I woke up thr following day to a tearful phone call from my aunt that my mom was missing. I mentioned it in a blog.
It’s not just me, with this gift/curse of seeing shit before it happens.. my greatgrandmother that passed this month. She could see. When I got hit by a car the 1st time. She told my momma not to worry, she dreamed that angels carried me in the air and broke my fall. I didn’t not break a bone, barely had a scratch on me.
When I got into the fight, that ended up with my getting stabbed. My ggmother told me earlier that day, stay inside and watch my temper. Not only did I NOT stay inside I SNAPPED. Ended up getting stitches and 2 permanent scars.
It happens. It FREAKS me out. I HATE dreaming because of it. And I rarely tell people when I have deja vu moments and I have them often. I call it a gift and a curse, bc iit has saved my ass literally time and time again but I hate being shown shit beforehand and being powerless to change anything.
If I scared anyone, my apologies. Just figured halloween was the appropriate time for this freaky tale.