I was downstairs watching Antiques Roadshow when I decided to come upstairs and check on my vintage Etsy shop. I got to the top of the stairs, looked into my bedroom, then turned back into the hall where I have my computer and as I did I had Deja Vu.
I dreamt of that moment.
Deja Vu to me is experiencing moments I dreamt of. And when I experience those moments I "remember" them.
I don't know why I did. This was a plain, uninteresting moment. Nothing special about it.
Oh well. Back to the Roadshow!
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