About 10 years ago, I was recently divorced and living in Swanage Dorset.
I only ended up there because i had these vague memories of the place my dad used to take me as a kid.
Fed up with life, i pointed my car South and ended up about as near to the Isle of White as you could get.
That's all by the by, but I started getting these dreams.
Not always the same dream, but the same place.
Every night.
Continuously.
I started describing the dream to friends, several suggestions about the possible location.
i was very sure it was real.
The dream was big, comforting.
I was always happy.
5 more years of this dream.
I was living in Bangkok, not at all happy.
Didn't mind my job, but didn't like the place at all.
I booked a holiday to ChiangMai with this girl who was my boss that I was shagging secretly and eventually embarrassed by.
As we were driving over the Nawarrat bridge, my skin started to prickle in a way that your skin would never prickle if you hadn't dreamt of this bridge every night for the last god knows how many years wouldn't.
I was fukking speechless.
The Moat, the bars, the lights, the river.
I knew what was around every corner.
I went back to Bangkok for a short time, but knew where I belonged.
I got my transfer, the dream stopped yet the dream has continued.
This is true.
Any of you had weird inexplicable shit happen?