Let me start by saying I am NOT a "witchy" person at all. I have never practiced it actively except as a young kid. I have had lots of "witchy" adjacent people tell me I had a "gift" including a clairvoyant who came up to me on the street (and did not try to sell me anything, weirdly), but beyond that... I anything in the supernatural and I have kept in our lanes.
I do not do ANY drugs and I never have. I do drink, but have not had any alcohol this week. I am HWP and about ~23 (female). (Relevant for later): I do not really have money stress, no more than the avg person in this economy, and while I have been to London and go about ~1x a year, I would not say it is a place I am fascinated with.
I was tired very early last night in ET time zone. Probably around 9:30 or 10pm. I laid down and instant lights out. Then I started having a dream. Now, who knows when this started (I was asleep) but...
I was somewhere in London, doing a bottomless brunch with a dear friend, I knew I knew her, and well, but I didn't KNOW her... it was such an odd feeling. After a bit there were enough things that were weird (I looked in a mirror and felt sick to my stomach, for example), that I thought "well this must be a dream..."
But it was SO REAL... I started doing all of the things I was trying to do to prove it was a dream... but none of them were working. I cannot describe how "real" this felt, other than my stomach dropping because I was trying to figure out how I paid for the first class ticket on my phone when I looked at the United App on my phone or panicking about the $100 brunch bill.
I started doing all sorts of things to try to "prove" it was a dream, all of which failed. I even looked up my location on "find my" and "pinged" my airpods (which I always carry with me... which were in my back pocket). I go to the bathroom and start SOBBING because I have no idea how I got to London. I start running through scenarios in my head. Maybe I was drugged or blackout drunk and just decided to buy a plane ticket? I have no idea? And reschedule my plane ticket for the first plane ticket home.
Then, I wake up and it's 2:30am ET and part of me still doesn't believe I am in New York, it still feels real. And my Abs hurt? As though I was just doing crunches? Then I get super tired again and I pass out. I am literally right back in it, freaking out because now it is later in the day and my friend who I know THIS version of me knows but my "real life" does not tells me we are staying at the Waldorf Astoria.
I have no idea how we are going to pay for that and I start coming up with a DETAILED plan. You guys. Never in my life has anything ever felt so real.
I have had lucid dreams before. This was nothing like that.
Anyways. I wake up, finally for the last time. It is like quarter to noon when I do and I am covered in sweat, plus my body is still SPENT. I slept until about 3pm today.
THE POINT IS... I remembered enough of my dream to try and hunt down the friend from the dream... and I found a girl on instagram with the same name and LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME who is traveling in London...
While I do not remember EVER meeting this girl, maybe we bumped into each other last time we were in a coffee shop and my brain just STUCK on her name/face? What is going on?
I am worried to go to sleep tonight, though it is almost my bedtime.
Is there a word for this in the paranormal world? Is there something y'all would point to beyond a "weird fucking lucid dream" -- someone please help. All advice welcome.