So then Tuesday comes at last and I’m sitting there, getting jittery, now afraid that it wouldn’t work, because I was so excited. But it did. It turns out I was a farmer, in the 1930’s. I had a black Ford truck. My name was Bill or Dirk. Dirk came first to mind, but then Bill came after it. So I don’t know which it is. Brickers also came to mind. I believe that to be the farm name, or my last name, or heck maybe even both. I saw another man, who looked exactly like my husbands best friend. I got the feeling that he was my brother Daniel. I even remember corn. LOL I was asked to remember something that I eat, and that’s what popped up. Very farmish right? Heck the only reason I don’t dismiss this, is because it’s so far off any of the scenarios I had imagined for myself. Also, something just feels so right about it. Like, I automatically know it’s true.
Anyways, just thought I’d share.
Edited by LunaEclipse, 15 October 2005 - 03:37 PM.