Hi. My name's Mark. I'm just an ordinary everyday person with a few stories to tell. I chose this one.

I've always been a "fan" of the paranormal. I've grown up reading books on hauntings, ghosts and similar things, but have never seen actual apparitions or visual manifestations except for footage offered in a show on TV on the subject, so, sadly, all of my waking experiences are auditory. What I am most familiar with is premonitions in the deja vu sense. The majority of my personal experiences come in this form. Also, none of my experiences have had nearly the evil or ominous undertones that you read on this site and wherever else, but they still leave me feeling spooked and wondering things like,"Where have I seen that before?" and other typical thoughts associated with a deja vu incident (for those that have experienced one).

This particular story will stand out in my mind for as long as I will live; not because of some hidden meaning or dark secret leading to its cause, but for the vividness of the dream and its length.

My psychology teacher opened our first day of class with the comment that she doesn't believe in parapsychology or deja vu and the like and the matter wasn't open for discussion. Well the thought,"not even if you report the dream immediately on waking so that there's no room for speculation?" immediately came to mind, but, as I said it wasn't open to discussion. Well this thought reminded me of this dream. I was riding my bike in up a road in a new part of town (we were always moving when I was little) to a new friend of mine's house that I hadn't yet been to. I just met him at a school I just moved to and he gave me his address and told me to come over sometime. That time, apparently, was now (this dream was in color [if that's significant] and extremely vivid, as you will see). As I was approaching the house from its left front side the first thing I noticed was that it was sided with old, metal siding and used to be white, but was now pretty faded and weather worn. The driveway was on the house's right side. As I pulled up to it I noticed my friend's brother outside washing the car, which was a 1975, white, two-door thunderbird on a driveway of the kind where it had a concrete pad (which the car was on) but only two rows of bricks leading up to it where the wheels would roll over up to it. The hose he was using was green (I know, most are) but also he had just picked the nozzle up after having dropped the sponge inton the bucket by the left rear wheel and was preparing to rinse. He looked at me pulling up as I asked,"Is Danny home?" He then answered,"yes, he's inside" as he motioned to the door with his free hand. At that moment "Danny" (I've never had an acquaintance named danny in my life up to this point and wasn't sure where I would have picked that name for a character in my reams) walked out the side door which was an old, gray-metal one which had a screen in the top and two bars across the bottom in the shape of an X. The look on his face said "hey, you came over!" I said "hi" and he motioned for me to follow him in (he'd just gone in to get something out of the basement for his brother, which he explained to me as we went in). Immediately past the old, wooden white-painted door were some steep, old and very narrow steps leading down to the basement. I noted it and proceeded. At the bottom was a semi-circle of old bricks (which looked like the same kind making up the driveway) stacked five high in the center of the circle and dropping down one level to the floor before the circle completed itself. At the opened end closest to the steps was one brick a few inches away from the end of the stack which had old mortar stuck to it, whereas the ones in the pile didn't. Danny got what he was after and we retraced our steps outside where the dream ended. I told my mom about the dream when I woke up because I've never had one so plain and seemingly insignificant with such length and detail. I was nearing my tenth birthday when I found out that we were moving again to a side of town we've never lived at before (my city isn't all THAT big in actuality, but it is when you're 9.). It was three weeks until school started and at the end of the first week of school I'd met a kid named "Danny" who gave me his address and told me to come over sometime! It wasn't until the next week that I got on my bike to find his house. Everything happened just as the dream spelled out to me-picture perfect, but I didn't remember the dream until I was pulling away from the driveway and it all flashed back in an instant and I nearly crashed upon realizing it! I think it was my first one (in a long series to come) and it shook me up for a while because at nine years old I didn't know much about paranormal occurrences and hadn't thought much about it either! I thought it over for a while and went on with things and , I guess, I just chalked it up to "weird".

"Danny" turned out to be a good friend of mine until we parted after high school. That would be the only "deeper meaning" that I could get out of this experience. If there are any other "deja-vu-ers" out there who are interested I'm open to emails.

Thanks for your time:0

Submitted from: Mark Dirst, Illinois, USA