I've had moments where I stop dead in my tracks and would swear blind that I am reliving the same moment. My theory (and one which the folks on this thread, particularly, will like) is that we aren't somehow glimpsing the future, but are somehow tapping into other versions of ourselves - skipping across the multiverse for a moment before landing back where we are meant to be.
I would go for that. It seems more intuitive than anything else I've heard, but I'm in this thread so may have certain biases.
I was worried that fundamental rules of the universe were changing on me. That would be...uncomfortable...but if it is just glimpses into an alternate universe, or even switching universes, I could deal. Instability of fundamental laws of reality is not a good thing. But me switching into different rules systems is explainable.
oh, well, I know that....
I just wonder if your ability to sense the multiverse fades as you age*
*notice I didn't say "mature" - that will never happen
I don't think it fades, I think that as you accumulate more of these experiences, they tend to stand out less and less, until they are drowned out in the noise from all the others.
In other news, it appears we have finally reached agreement on the house which, yes, includes fixing the electrical system.
Good. I am glad to hear that. I use way too much electricity to even think of having a worrisome electrical system. I was always blowing the breaker in the old apartment. It wasn't designed to have the TV computer, kitchen stove, washing machine and vaccuum cleaner going all at the same time. Basically, you could pick three and be ok.
No problem for a single guy, but with two people in the house, things became problematic.
ION: Mrs. Debio and I took the little one and went to our favorite Italian place for the first time in a year. It is a nice enough place that we didn't feel comfortable taking a little one who might decide to do the scream and cry thing at any time.
He has been doing well in other places so we tried it. Went great. He was popular with the staff. And they remembered I like good cheeses and brought me a plate of cheeses on the house. We will have to go back.
This is one of those places that you always regret what you ordered when you go home. Because while it was delicious, what my wife ordered looked really really good, too. Which means I have to go back and order that next time. Then I'll regret
that and have to repeat. He, the chef, probably does that on purpose. I'm sure of it.