Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-5590118-20151103223202

Let me just start out that I have never much believed in psychics but have believed in powers that we cannot dream of controlling. Powers that people just simply cannot comprehend, so in that sense I do try to keep an open mind.

Let's get started shall we?

A few months ago (July) my husband and I took a little trip out to the industrial ruins of Detroit. Armed with nothing but our water, cellphone, and of course our concealed handguns we dove into the old, decrepit buildings that once drove the industrial revolution.

Now, it is worth noting that the names and companies to which these ruins once belonged to are lost so I really can't tell you where exactly I was withing the ruins.

Anyway, after a bit of exploring my husband and I reached what we thought was the executor's office of the factory. Once in side we decided to take a little rest before heading out of the ruins and back home. The office itself was nothing special and had been picked clean by scavengers.

The moment I sat down my entire world changed. Right when my hand came into contact with the floor the entire office looked like it had never been touched. More than that, the office looked like it was still in use. In fact, from what I saw the office was in use as at the desk behind me were two people having a heated discussion about something. I'm not privy to what they were talking about because my hearing was not working. Either that or the people genuinely were not saying anything. To be more specific, it was a young woman and an older man discussing the contents of various charts spread across the top of the desk.

Even more strange was the fact that I could feel the carpet beneath my fingers. One moment I was sitting on the bare concrete and the next I was on some very nice, thick carpet. I was even able to stand up and wonder about the room. I was able to feel the desk, the papers, the books on the bookshelf, it all felt so real. But then it all suddenly ended out of nowhere, everything had returned to its rundown state and my husband was in a fit.

He told me that I had been acting like I had lost my mind, I was wondering around the room acting as if I were touching things and interacting with stuff.

That ended our rest pretty fast and we decided that it was best to get out of there are soon as possible.

A few weeks later while browsing a Detroit history website I stumbled across an image of that very same office with the very same desk, bookshelf and carpet, though, with different people in the photograph. I, to this day, cannot remember the name of the company but I sure as day remember that office and that experience.

And to be honest, I have had more such experiences that I can talk more about if prompted.

So, what do you think? Am I clairvoyant or have I perhaps had a momentary hallucination due to exhaustion? 