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I wanna share something I’ve never told anyone. Not even my therapist. I just wanna see how people react to it, ‘cause I can’t keep carrying this alone.
So here it is. I believe that back in 2012, I somehow ended up in the future. I lived there for ten years… and then I came back.
How did it happen?
I was working as a nurse, and on 12/12/12 I came home dead tired, went straight to bed. Gotta say, a week before that, I broke up with my boyfriend. Turned out he’d been cheating on me for six years—with men—and was HIV positive. I only found out by accident. I was devastated. That night I prayed hard. I just wanted a normal life, a good husband, a family. I remember lying there thinking, this life feels like some kind of game—like someone’s testing how much more I can take. And I couldn’t take it anymore. So I asked God, “When I wake up, let everything be different.”
When I woke up, it was 6 p.m. I had slept the whole day, missed my shift. I called the hospital to explain, but they weren’t even expecting me. They told me I was supposed to come tomorrow. Which was strange. Then, when I showed up the next morning, I found out I was on vacation. Vacation I wasn’t supposed to have for another six months. The records showed it was legit, but there was no way I would’ve forgotten about it.
I left the hospital totally confused. On the way home, I stopped at KFC, got some wings, just sat down to chill. Five minutes later, this guy with a huge tray tripped on my chair. Everything spilled on me. I was soaked and covered in food. He started apologizing like crazy, offering to pay for dry cleaning. But I couldn’t move. I just stared at him, like I already knew him. And then he looked at me the same way.
He offered to buy me new clothes. I put on his jacket, we walked to a store in silence. He started picking out clothes for me. My head felt foggy the whole time. Then I spotted a purple dress and black boots. My heart skipped a beat—I knew them somehow, but I’d never owned anything like it. He noticed me looking and told me to try them on. When I did, the whole world suddenly lit up. We both started laughing, like we’d known each other forever.
From that day, we were inseparable. Two months later we got married. I quit my job. A month after that, I found out I was pregnant—with twins.
We had beautiful, healthy kids. We moved into a big two-story house. Four years later I went back to work, and we even opened a little flower shop. Life was good.
One day, while trimming roses, I cut my hand badly. Lost a lot of blood, ended up in the hospital where I used to work. My vision was fading, and I saw the anesthesiologist. He said: “Don’t worry, it’s all good. Tomorrow you’ll be back at work.”
Next thing I knew—I woke up in my old apartment, to my alarm clock. No husband, no kids, no house. Just me. Same old life. It was 12/13/12. I thought maybe I’d just dreamed everything. But then I saw a scar on my hand, right where I cut it in the flower shop. Fresh. Couldn’t have been older than six months.
Two years later, I changed jobs and became a sales assistant—in that exact store from my “dream.” I found the same purple dress, the same black boots. I bought them, of course.
A year later, something crazy happened. A guy walked in, trying to buy clothes for his sister ‘cause her kids ruined hers—at KFC. My coworker helped him first, but when I heard “KFC,” I walked over. I recognized him instantly. It was the guy from my “dream.”
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I wanna share something I’ve never told anyone. Not even my therapist. I just wanna see how people react to it, ‘cause I can’t keep carrying this alone.
So here it is. I believe that back in 2012, I somehow ended up in the future. I lived there for ten years… and then I came back.
How did it happen?
I was working as a nurse, and on 12/12/12 I came home dead tired, went straight to bed. Gotta say, a week before that, I broke up with my boyfriend. Turned out he’d been cheating on me for six years—with men—and was HIV positive. I only found out by accident. I was devastated. That night I prayed hard. I just wanted a normal life, a good husband, a family. I remember lying there thinking, this life feels like some kind of game—like someone’s testing how much more I can take. And I couldn’t take it anymore. So I asked God, “When I wake up, let everything be different.”
When I woke up, it was 6 p.m. I had slept the whole day, missed my shift. I called the hospital to explain, but they weren’t even expecting me. They told me I was supposed to come tomorrow. Which was strange. Then, when I showed up the next morning, I found out I was on vacation. Vacation I wasn’t supposed to have for another six months. The records showed it was legit, but there was no way I would’ve forgotten about it.
I left the hospital totally confused. On the way home, I stopped at KFC, got some wings, just sat down to chill. Five minutes later, this guy with a huge tray tripped on my chair. Everything spilled on me. I was soaked and covered in food. He started apologizing like crazy, offering to pay for dry cleaning. But I couldn’t move. I just stared at him, like I already knew him. And then he looked at me the same way.
He offered to buy me new clothes. I put on his jacket, we walked to a store in silence. He started picking out clothes for me. My head felt foggy the whole time. Then I spotted a purple dress and black boots. My heart skipped a beat—I knew them somehow, but I’d never owned anything like it. He noticed me looking and told me to try them on. When I did, the whole world suddenly lit up. We both started laughing, like we’d known each other forever.
From that day, we were inseparable. Two months later we got married. I quit my job. A month after that, I found out I was pregnant—with twins.
We had beautiful, healthy kids. We moved into a big two-story house. Four years later I went back to work, and we even opened a little flower shop. Life was good.
One day, while trimming roses, I cut my hand badly. Lost a lot of blood, ended up in the hospital where I used to work. My vision was fading, and I saw the anesthesiologist. He said: “Don’t worry, it’s all good. Tomorrow you’ll be back at work.”
Next thing I knew—I woke up in my old apartment, to my alarm clock. No husband, no kids, no house. Just me. Same old life. It was 12/13/12. I thought maybe I’d just dreamed everything. But then I saw a scar on my hand, right where I cut it in the flower shop. Fresh. Couldn’t have been older than six months.
Two years later, I changed jobs and became a sales assistant—in that exact store from my “dream.” I found the same purple dress, the same black boots. I bought them, of course.
A year later, something crazy happened. A guy walked in, trying to buy clothes for his sister ‘cause her kids ruined hers—at KFC. My coworker helped him first, but when I heard “KFC,” I walked over. I recognized him instantly. It was the guy from my “dream.”
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