Doppleganger
Good morning to you all,
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Last night I slept really deeply.
I went to bed at 12.30am and slept straight through to 9.45. This is very unusual for me to sleep so late for no reason
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I did have a strange dream though.
I dreamt I was walking down a street and passed two very well dressed men talking together. I think it was in Central London but there was not anyone else milling around, more like London before everyone owned a car.
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As I walked past I looked directly at the taller man who was side on to me.
After taking a few steps I stopped in shock, because it looked a lot like my father, who died several years ago.
I walked back to the two men and said ” Excuse me”.. Both men turned to look at me and I was staring my father directly in the face. He was just looking at me with a quizzical smile, his eyes twinkling and ready to be amused, just as I had seen him so many times before.
“Don’t you know me?”, I asked him.
“You do look familiar”, he said, “You look like a girl that my mother did not wish me to marry when I was a young man”.
I just stood there staring up at his face in disbelief. He was my father. The only difference I could find was that his face was perhaps a fraction more narrow and he had a small patch of hair about three-quarters of the way down his inner cheek, between the corner of his eye and the beginning of the swell of his nostrils, equally placed on both sides of his face.
I seemed to look at him for such a long time and he was quite relaxed and smiling smiling slightly. He had his beautiful hands crossed casually in front of him, resting on a long silver topped cane.
I eventually had to walk away feeling deep puzzlement.
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When I awoke the dream was quite clear still.
I enjoyed seeing what appeared to be my father again , looking so much younger, so handsome and so very much alive.
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Funnily enough it brings to mind something that happened when I was a teenager and still living at home with my parents and brother .
I got back to the house at teatime one day and my dad said that he had been walking along a street near our house that afternoon and he had seen me at the end of the street, walking towards him. As I came up to him he spoke to me, saying that he was surprised to see me there. I had just walked past him, looking straight ahead of me.
I told him it definitely was not me because I had been at a friend’s house all afternoon.
I felt that he was not totally sure he believed me.
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Now this is funny.
Big H has just arisen from his pit at an unfeasibly late hour and come into the living room to ask me if I want a cup of tea while he making his breakfast.
I said I did, and then, because it was fresh in my mind, I told him about seeing my father in a dream and how Dad had thought I had deliberately ignored him on the street when I was young.
Big H said, ” What about that time thought I saw you when I was on my way to town, just after we got married, and you ignored me too”.
So I shall also tell you about that incident .
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Big H was driving along a busy shopping street on his way to town.
The traffic lights a few cars ahead of him were on stop so that people could cross the road. He saw me step off the curb near him and weave through the cars, to cross the road while the cars were halted.
As I passed in front of his car he tooted the horn at me.
When I took no notice he wound the window down and shouted to me. Still I did not react.
He then opened the car door and stood half out of the car, with one foot on the ground, shouting after me. The drivers behind him were all tooting their horns for him to get back in the car and move on because the lights had changed and all the cars in front of him had driven away.
He watched me till I walked away down an alley on the other side of the street and out of sight
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I remember him that evening, insisting that I had just ignored him totally on that particular street. I said it was not me.
He said it was me and what was I doing there. I obviously was there, so come on and tell him why I was there.
I just kept denying it.
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He confessed this morning that he had not believed me because he clearly saw that it was me. He said that he had wondered about it for a long time afterwards.
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How strange things can be sometimes. Either I am actually the result of an early clone experiment, or there are aliens who shapeshift into the form of randomly chosen humans to evade notice.
Or perhaps I am one of a set of Royal twins separated at birth and adopted to allow an evil uncle to take over their rightful throne, or perhaps it is one of those strange cases where a person can appear in two places at the same time. Or some form of time shifting.
Or perhaps there is just some poor soul out there who, by some strange twist of fate, lives in the same area and looks totally and exactly like I do.
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MY GOD, what if that person had been a criminal or a murderer who had been seen clearly at the scene of the crime. Nobody would have believed my innocence. I could have ended up hung. Or spent my whole life in Strangeways because I would not confess to something I never did in order to be given parole.
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OH MY, what if it WAS me all those times and I am insane.
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J and J
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