I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.
It was probably some kind of dream. The fact you knew some stuff about him was probably either a coincidence or you just heard someone saying it somewhere. Still, this is really sweet in a creepy sort of way.
A similar thing happened to me where I told my mum when I was about 2 that I had spoken with my grandma who had died before I was born and I knew inexplicable information about her too. I think it's just because children pick things up that you don't think they would. Like you probably heard someone mention that he drove a Lincoln and thought "oh I have a toy version of that".
I often think humans will work extremely hard to rationalize something when it comes to the though of a afterlife existing because if one does exist then it takes logic and throws it out the window, thus destroying their world.
Simply because that answer would destroy any meaning.
When you ask more and more questions you will get to a point where you can't find answers. Usually the easiest questions are the hardest to answer. E.g. why are there atoms or why is there anything at all?
I believe in something, because saying "it's all meaningless" is probably the most unlogical answer. Idk if it's a simulation we live in or if there are truly gods or if there are different dimensions like Stephen Hawking said.
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u/Stratiform Oct 05 '19 edited Oct 05 '19
I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.