Okay, I'm a little freaked out, and not really sure why this freaked me out. This isn't the first time this has happened. I don't smoke inside of my house, so a couple of minutes ago, I went outside to have a cigarette (it's about midnight in my neck of the woods). I was standing near the end of my driveway, looking at the pumping station across the street, and, as is the usual, having a conversation with myself. Nothing earth shattering, just idle chatter (it's one of the ways that I work out dialogue for my writing, as well as just conquering boredom). This is what freaked me out. About a year and a half ago, I dreamed that exact situation, down to the idle conversation, the clouds in the sky, the pumping station, even where I was standing in the driveway.

A year and a half ago, I was living in a different town (we just moved into this home in July), and didn't even know that this house existed. I really don't understand why I'm so freaked out by this. Every time that this has happened before, it has always involved some mundane moment (no I don't dream of Lotto numbers or anything like that), but this time it just feels different. Every other time it would just create a sense of wonder, but this time I feel terribly sad for some reason, and I don't know why.