Déjà vu. I saw it happen again. Before. Only this time it was for real.
And I thought back to how I saw a place I never knew existed within the place I existed. This was a strange experience for me. It was not the same kind of a déjà vu. It was a dream becoming real, but not a dream you expected to come to life within the bounds of your everyday reality. Yet there it was, staring you in the face. Existing where you didn’t think it would. And that is when I knew, that you can’t take anything for granted. Things are there and you might not have seen them. When the basest of assumptions turn out to be blatant lies. And those lies get shattered.
Déjà vu. I saw it happen before. Again. Only this time it might have been a dream.
Back in the same city again. After a long time. Back again, in exactly the same situation. As clearly as it was, in the dream. But I didn’t make the connection till I looked up, and saw something that caught my attention. And he was there, exactly the way he was in my dream. Looking back with a friendly stare. Waiting for an answer. And I was thinking about my dream and how I got here. And about all the other dreams that have come true and might come true in the future. This one, of course, was harmless. But what about the darker ones? What if they started to come to life. But they wouldn’t. I knew that. So I picked up my drink and smiled back.