This was one of those deja vu moments when you’re not sure exactly what’s going on but you know you’ve been there before. My husband and I moved in his grandmother’s house. There were quite a few old, antique furniture items left in the house, including several old floor lamps. One day I was moving them around and the base of one caught my eye. It had a little knob looking thing on it. I pushed it with my foot, and whalah, a light in the base came on. And a deja vu moment flashed in my brain. It was like I was suspended in time. All I could see was the base of that lamp and the light coming from it, everything else was dark. I was frozen right there for what seemed like a long time but was probably only several seconds.

I had seen that floor lamp somewhere before. I had stood with my foot on that switch before. Had I lived it? Had I dreamed it? All I know was that moment was already in my brain, and I was experiencing it for the second time.