I Get Deja Vu Often
I never really experienced deja vu, as I currently understand it, until a few years ago. It all started when I was in my second year of college. I was fairly new to smoking weed, and on one night in particular something very strange happened while I was toking with some friends.
Me and a few of my roommates went to our friends' apartment, our usual smoke spot, and we started ripping the bong. There were five of us seated on two beds across from each other. After we reached cruising altitude (and then some), one of my roommates, I'll call him N, and I kind of sat back and watched our friends talk and mess around for a bit. Something seemed off. What really set it off for me was that at the peak times of that weird feeling, N and I would look at each other, and I would visibly see that he was sensing something weird, too.
I half whispered, "Didn't this..." I nodded my head towards our other three friends, "Didn't this already happen? Like this exact conversation, and S playing with that pocket knife, and everything?"
His eyes grew a bit wider. Shit. We both knew that we we're getting the same feeling, but he seemed less vocal about it than I was. I think that might have been because he was the least experienced toker among us.
This continued on for more than two hours. Everything, and I mean everything felt like I had seen it before. Everything was on the tip of my tongue. I could have sworn that someone plucked me out of my timeline and dropped me into another one with subtle differences and inevitable moments/conversations that must happen, but happen at different times. Eventually, N and I just had to go home because we were really bugging out. I did my best to reason with myself that something about smoking just happened to activate the part of the brain that recognizes when we've seen a pattern before, though in reality, I hadn't. I just felt like I did. Needless to say, that was a very unsettling night for both me and N. He said to never bring it up again, and I haven't.
What's even more odd, though, is that to this day I still frequently get this feeling. In fact, I think I've been getting it increasingly often lately, happening once or twice a week. It's nowhere near as long lasting as it was on that night, but sometimes it'll creep up on me and stay for, say, fifteen minutes. It's mostly conversations at this point. Early on in the conversation I'll suddenly feel it and seem to "remember" what was said just before it's spoken. I don't really know if this is problematic or not, but at the very least I don't freak out anymore when things feel off.
Me and a few of my roommates went to our friends' apartment, our usual smoke spot, and we started ripping the bong. There were five of us seated on two beds across from each other. After we reached cruising altitude (and then some), one of my roommates, I'll call him N, and I kind of sat back and watched our friends talk and mess around for a bit. Something seemed off. What really set it off for me was that at the peak times of that weird feeling, N and I would look at each other, and I would visibly see that he was sensing something weird, too.
I half whispered, "Didn't this..." I nodded my head towards our other three friends, "Didn't this already happen? Like this exact conversation, and S playing with that pocket knife, and everything?"
His eyes grew a bit wider. Shit. We both knew that we we're getting the same feeling, but he seemed less vocal about it than I was. I think that might have been because he was the least experienced toker among us.
This continued on for more than two hours. Everything, and I mean everything felt like I had seen it before. Everything was on the tip of my tongue. I could have sworn that someone plucked me out of my timeline and dropped me into another one with subtle differences and inevitable moments/conversations that must happen, but happen at different times. Eventually, N and I just had to go home because we were really bugging out. I did my best to reason with myself that something about smoking just happened to activate the part of the brain that recognizes when we've seen a pattern before, though in reality, I hadn't. I just felt like I did. Needless to say, that was a very unsettling night for both me and N. He said to never bring it up again, and I haven't.
What's even more odd, though, is that to this day I still frequently get this feeling. In fact, I think I've been getting it increasingly often lately, happening once or twice a week. It's nowhere near as long lasting as it was on that night, but sometimes it'll creep up on me and stay for, say, fifteen minutes. It's mostly conversations at this point. Early on in the conversation I'll suddenly feel it and seem to "remember" what was said just before it's spoken. I don't really know if this is problematic or not, but at the very least I don't freak out anymore when things feel off.
