I was just thinking about this the other day, how sometimes you meet someone who feels oddly familiar, like you’ve known them forever even though you’ve only just met. There was this man I encountered a little over a year ago, and right from the start, he had this strange quality about him that reminded me of someone from my dreams. I know that sounds a little out there, but that’s exactly how it felt.
We ended up talking about dreams one evening, and he shared this idea that dreams are like gateways—doorways to other realities where people we know in this life might be living different lives alongside us. He told me that he believed we had shared past lives together, even though we look completely different here and now. It was one of those conversations that just pulls you in, the kind where you lose track of time because it feels so meaningful.
At one point, I mentioned offhand something I thought he would love to do, just a small thing that came to mind, and his eyes went wide. He said he’d never told anyone about that particular interest before, except in his dreams. Then, he started describing my tattoos, not just their appearance but the meanings behind them—really intimate, personal stuff that I’d never shared with him or even posted anywhere. I remember sitting there, just stunned, and then slowly pulling out my phone to show him a photo of the art piece that represented those exact feelings. His reaction was pure disbelief, mixed with this deep recognition, like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place.
It’s wild how these things happen, how dreams and intuition can point toward connections that don’t make sense on the surface but feel completely real underneath. That experience left me thinking a lot about how we carry pieces of other lives and other selves with us, and how sometimes, if we’re paying attention, we get these little glimpses that tie it all together.
